How Can I Get On Top

I wanna do this song from an old buddy who wrote it
Gene Snowden down in Austin. One of the first pickers I
Ever saw in my life. I think this is the story of his life

Oh, how can I get on top
With you on my back all the time?
I don't know why you won't stop
The things you're doing, I'm about to lose my mind

You're always dragging me down with your arms around my neck
Can't you see what you're doing to me? I'm a beer-drinking wreck!
Oh, how can I get on top
With you on my back all the time?

Oh, how can I get on top
With you on my back all the time?
I don't know why you don't stop
The things you're doing, I'm about to lose my mind

Something keeps telling me I've got to go to Maine
But you're so jealous, you turn love to hate!
Oh, how can I get on top
With you on my back all the time?

Right there, Gene, come on! It only takes thirty years

Well now, something keeps telling me I've got to go to Maine
But you're so jealous, you turn love to hate!
Oh, how can I get on top
With you on my back all the time?

I don't know why you don't stop
The things you're doing, I'm about to lose my mind

You're always dragging me down with your arms around my neck
Can't you see what you're doing to me? I'm a beer-drinking wreck!
Oh, how can I get on top
With you on my back all the time?

Open up another six-pack, Gene!