Tumbling Dice (Live At The El Mocambo 1977)

People think I'm crazy, others saying I'm lazy
And make me burn the candle right down
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown
All you ladies is low down hustlers
Cheatin' like I don't know how
But baby, I said baby, there's fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a-itchin'
You know, you know the deuce is still wild

Baby, baby, you got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't see the time flashin' by
Honey, I got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
O now, baby, I'm a lone craps shooter
Playing in alley all night

Baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me
You got to roll me and call me the tumbling dice

Am I, Am I'm the lone craps shooter
Playing the field every night

Baby, get it straight
You got to roll me
You got to
You got to
You got to

Got to roll me (Call me the tumbling dice)
Got to roll me
Keep on roling, ah
Keep on roling, ah
Keep on, keep it on rolling
Keep on, keep it on rolling
Keep on, keep it on rolling