Album: Southern Rock Masters (2008)

Tumbling Dice

Women think I'm tasty, always tryin' to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down...but baby, baby
I don't need no jewels in my crown

Its 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 the duece is still wild

[Chorus:]
Baby, I can't stay...you got to roll me and
Call me the Tumblin' Dice...
Always in a hurry, never stop to worry
Don't see the time flashin' by
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixes, sevens, and nines
Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime

[Chorus:]
Baby, I can't stay...you got to roll me and
Call me the Tumblin' Dice...Call me the Tumblin' Dice
Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playin' the field every night

[Chorus:]
Baby, I can't stay...you got to roll me and
Call me the Tumblin' Dice...
(You got to roll me...)
Call me the Tumblin' Dice...
(You got to roll me...)
Call me the Tumblin' Dice... (You got to roll me...)