This is a morbid story about a fellow that had to die,
He had had a beautiful wife but he also had a rovin' eye.
She planted him by the roadside,
She planted him by the roadside,
She planted him by the roadside,
For all the unfaithful husbands to see.
Come let me tell you the story
Of little Willie the Troubadour.
And just how it happened to pass, my friend
Little Willie won't sing no more.
(You know why?)
She planted him by the roadside,
She planted him by the roadside,
She planted him by the roadside,
For all the unfaithful husbands to see.
Willlie was handsome as he could be,
He met a gal in society.
Then Willie was cursed with a Rovin' eye
And never let a pretty chick pass by.
So he bought himself a Convertible Bird
To ride the fine chicks around.
He found out he was being followed,
So he could never let the top down.
(You know what happened to him?)
She planted him by the roadside,
She planted him by the roadside,
She planted him by the roadside,
For all the unfaithful husbands to see.
If he drove a girl to a drive-in
He'd have to go after dark.
He knew he'd always have to hide
So he'd wind up sittin' in the park.
She caught him down by the water
Loving the fisherman's daughter.
She pulled a little pistol from right out of the air
And shot poor Willie right then and there.
She planted him by the roadside,
She planted him by the roadside,
She planted him by the roadside,
For all the unfaithful husbands to see.