Letras
Women think I'm tasty
Always trying to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down
Baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown
'Cause all these women are low down gamblers
Cheating like I don't know how
Baby, baby, there's a fever in the funk house now
And all this bitching got my poor feet a-itching
Don't you know the deuce is still wild
Baby, I can't stay here
You got to roll me and call me the tumbling dice
Always in a hurry, never stop to worry
Don't you see the time flashing by
Honey, I got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
Hey now, mama, I'm the rank outsider
But you could be my partner in crime
Baby, I can't stay here
You got to roll me and call me the tumbling
Roll me and call me the tumbling dice
Hey now, hey now, baby, I'm the lone grass shooter
Playing in the field every night
Baby, I can't stay here
You got to roll me and call me the tumbling
Roll me and call me the tumbling, roll me
You got to roll me
You got to roll me
You got to roll me
Keep on rolling
You got to roll me
Keep on rolling
You got to roll me
Keep on rolling
You got to roll me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You got to roll me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got to roll me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You got to roll me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got to roll me
You got to roll me
You got to roll me
You got to roll me
You got to roll me
Call me the tumbling dice