Lyrics Bones - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Bones

When the sun comes up Mama’s singing «Ain't no cane on the Brazos»
The sun goes down she’s moved on to «Rise up poor Lazarus
Daddy comes in in a gabardine suit says «Go fire up the rocket
He throws me the keys to the 88 and slips some dice in his pocket
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Ah baby, needs a new pair of shoes
We drive out of town across the river to this club called Three Deuces
We walk in and my daddy says «I'm feelin' my juices
There’s a crap game going on in the back room and right off he throws a seven
He says «Let it ride"and with the devil’s good graces the old man throws an
eleven
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Ah baby, needs a new pair of shoes
He throws Little Joe from Kokomo, and a Fever in the Funk house
Eighter from Decatur, and the Preachers in the Whorehouse
Now there ain’t no gamblin' or loud talk on the streets of glory
The losers say roll them dice and the winners tell smutty stories
It seems all the money in the civilized world is bet on his next toss
And he’s praying to them gambling gods for a Neener Ross on a Faughtin Hoss
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Ah baby, needs a new pair of shoes
Now when the sun comes up mama’s singing «Fattening frogs for snakes»
Me and daddy walk in and he says «Hey baby we had what it takes»
«You also had some loaded dice"mama says and she kisses him
«And I’m just glad I didn’t have to get you out of the criminal judicial system»
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Ah baby, needs a new pair of shoes