Johnny Copeland - Tumblin' Dice Lyrics
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Tumblin' Dice
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What Are The Lyrics For Tumblin' Dice By Johnny Copeland?
Wo Yeah! (Wo, wo)
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me And make me burn the candle right down, But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown. 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers, Cheatin' like I don't know how, But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now. This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', Don't you know you know the duece is still wild. Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me And call me the tumblin' dice. Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, Don't you see the time flashin' by. Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes and sevens and nines. Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider, You can be my partner in crime. But baby, I can't stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin', Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice. Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter, Playin' the field ev'ry night. But baby, I can't stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin') Got to roll me (yayes), Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah) Got to roll me Got to roll me (yeah) Got to roll me (Keep on rolling) Got to roll me (Keep on rolling) Got to roll me (Keep on rolling) Got to roll me My baby, call me the tumblin' dice, yeah Got to roll me Baby sweet as sugar (Got to roll me) Yeah, my, my, my yeah (Got to roll me) I went down baby, oh Got to roll me (hit me) Baby I'm down |
Who Wrote Tumblin' Dice By Johnny Copeland?
Keith Richards, Mick Jagger
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What's The Duration Of The Tumblin' Dice By Johnny Copeland?The duration of Tumblin' Dice is 4:18 minutes and seconds. |
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