paroles de chanson Bones - Ray Wylie Hubbard

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

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

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"