Crawlin' (Live)

Well I stopped to have a little drink

With a lady down the street

Then would took the time to think

That if I drink a Sneaky Pete

I'd be Crawlin instead of ballin

I mix a bowl of wine with rye

Drink until time for me to go

Well she didn't bat an eye

When she saw me on the floor

Just a Crawlin, a really brawlin

I poured the Beer in the gin

I drank the Gin with the Wine

It left me really chargin like a jet T99

I was feelin mighty fine

High as any Georgia pine

Rock and standing on my legs

The floor came up and bumped my head

Man I was Crawlin a really Crawlin

She was prancing all around

And I was on my hands and knees

Trying to get up off the ground

When she said with so much ease

Man your ballin a really ballin

Just then my husband came in

And through me out in the street

I don't know what became of her

But I was really beat

Then I tried to drag home

Sore and full of misery

All the Sneaky Pete was gone

And the folk could plainly see

I was Crawlin instead of ballin

I was Crawlin instead of ballin

Yes I was Crawlin instead of ballin

Oh I was Crawlin instead of ballin

But let me tell you one thing

I ain't going there no more