Cocaine Blues

Lyrics

Oh go on, gal, don't you take me for no fool
 I'm not gonna quit you, pretty mama, while the weather's cool
 Around your back door, oh honey, I'm gonna creep
 As long as you make those two and a half a week
 Now I got a girl, she works in the white folk's yard
 She brings me meal, I can swear she brings me lard
 She brings me meat, she brings me lard
 She brings me everything, I swear, that she can steal
 Now Barn and Beale's (?) circus came to town,
 They had an elephant looking good and brown
 They did not know it was against the law
 For the monk(ey) to stop at a five drugstore
 Just around the corner, just a minute too late,
 Another one's standin' at the big back gate
 I'm simply wild about my good cocaine
 I called my Cora, hey hey
 She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore,
 The doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more
 Sayin', run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley
 I'm simply wild about my good cocaine
 Now the furniture man came to my house, it was last Sunday morn
 He asked me was my wife at home and I told him she had long gone
 He backed his wagon up to my door, took everything I had
 He carried it back to the furniture store and I swear I did feel sad
 What in the world has anyone got for dealing with the furniture man
 If you got no dough, you stand no show, it's certain he'll back you back
 He'll take everything from an earthly plant, from a skillet to a frying pan
 If ever there was a devil born without any horns,
 It must have been a furniture man
 I called my Cora, hey hey
 She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore,
 Doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more
 Sayin' coke's for horses, not women nor men
 The doctor said it will kill you, but he didn't say when
 I'm simply wild about my good cocaine
 Now the baby's in the cradle in New Orleans, it kept a-whippin' till it got so
 mean
 It kept a-whippin had to fix it so (indecipherable)
 Saying, run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley
 I'm simply wild about my good cocaine
 I called my Cora, hey hey
 She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore,
 The doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more
 Sayin', run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley
 I'm simply wild about my good cocaine

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Song Details

Duration
03:18
Key
7
Tempo
97 BPM

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