Tumbling Dice #2 Songtext / Lyric

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'

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



Baby, can't stay

You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin')

Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)

Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling)