Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crocodile Man , by - Chris Smither. Release date: 07.07.2003
Song language: English
Crocodile Man |
| Momma raised me on riddles and trances, |
| fat-back, channel cat, lily-white lies, |
| all wrapped up in a jim-crack fancy. |
| I never met Poppa, |
| I never asked why |
| People said Poppa wasn’t no-account anyway, |
| people said Poppa was a rollin' stone. |
| I turned twenty on the Wakama thruway, |
| headed upriver in the dark alone. |
| CHORUS I been sleepin' with a stranger in a no-name town, |
| Thanksgiving dinner at the Top Hat Lounge, |
| Christmas Eve at the Fantasy Tan, |
| Lord have mercy on the Crocodile Man |
| I hooked up with a carnie, |
| a little out of Memphis, |
| slavin' in a side-show, |
| pennies in a jar, |
| beetle-eyed jokers, hick-town princes, |
| rhinestone rubies and rubber cigars. |
| I wrassled me a gator up in Omaha city, |
| done me another down in New Orleans, |
| tangled with the barker, |
| ran off with the kitty, |
| crawled the Mississippi and I got away clean |
| Underneath the levee in a cattail thicket, |
| down in the shadows of a shady grove, |
| there’s a thatch roof risin' from a poke-fence picket, |
| white smoke billows from a coal-black stove. |
| Inside the house is the hall of mirrors, |
| inside the mirror is the temple of sin, |
| inside the temple is the face of Momma, |
| and Momma, she knows where I been. |
| My Momma knows exactly where this bad boy been. |
| CHORUS |