Ray Wylie Hubbard - Bones lyrics
[Ray Wylie Hubbard - Bones lyrics]
Bones Lyrics
Well the sun comes up
Mama's singin' "Ain't No More
Cane on the Brazos" sun goes down
She moves 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 goin' on in the back room
And right off, he throws a 7
He says "Let it ride"
And with the devil's good graces
The old man throws an 11
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 Preacher's 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
Seems all the money in the civilized world
Is bet on his next toss
And he's prayin' to them gamblin' gods
For a Neener Ross on a Fartin' Horse
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 singin' "Fattening Frogs For Snakes"
Me and daddy walk in
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 shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones (Shakin' them bones)
Ah, baby needs a new pair of shoes
Well the sun comes up
Mama's singin' "Ain't No More
Cane on the Brazos" sun goes down
She moves 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 goin' on in the back room
And right off, he throws a 7
He says "Let it ride"
And with the devil's good graces
The old man throws an 11
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 Preacher's 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
Seems all the money in the civilized world
Is bet on his next toss
And he's prayin' to them gamblin' gods
For a Neener Ross on a Fartin' Horse
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 singin' "Fattening Frogs For Snakes"
Me and daddy walk in
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 shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones
Shakin' them bones (Shakin' them bones)
Ah, baby needs a new pair of shoes