Johnny
Blakely robbed a bank way down in
El
Paso
He got thirty -four dollars and a
sack of green stamps, I know
He didn't tell nobody but his
little red -headed girlfriend
She turned him in again and again
And now he's four kinds of lonely
Three kinds of sad
Two kinds of sorry
And one big kind of mad
Kind of mad
Mildred wasn't pretty,
but she had a good -lookin' man
One night she introduced him to
her best girlfriend named
Ann
Yeah, they borrowed
Mildred's car and they went down to
Mexico
Got married, I know,
Mildred told me so
And now she's four kinds of lonely,
three
kinds of sad, two kinds of sorry
And one big kind of mad, kind of mad
One day I let a stranger take a
look at my huntin' gun
He said it sure was shiny and
he wished that he had one
Well he turned around and pointed my
gun straight at me and then
Said, stick em up friend,
I never saw him again
And now I'm four kinds of lonely, three kinds of sad,
two kinds of sorry, and one big kind
of mad.
Yeah, I'm kind of mad.