And I went down to a big crap game, 'T was certainly against my will. I lost every doggone nickel I had But a greenback dollar bill. Forty dollar that laid on the floor My buddy's point was nine Well, the police they come in there And caught all of 'em But I got mine.
I got mine, let me tell ya I got mine. I grabbed that money Out the back door I went flying Well, ever since the big crap game I've been livin' on chicken and wine. I'm the leader of society Since I got mine.
I know a barber shop It's a way cross town Down on Norfolk street It's the only place on a Saturday night That us gamblers gets to meet Some comes for a haircut And others come for a scrap And when you see me and my buddies up there, man We means to shoot some crap
Hollering: "Seven, eleven, won't you come, come, come!!! If you don't seven, eleven them You're done, done, done" If I see the police before he sees me I'm gonna run, run, run I'm the leader of society Since I got mine
Well, I went down to my best girl's house The hour was just about nine I wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford But I was feeling just as fine I caught her sitting on another man's knee And I didn't like that sign Well, I told them what I thought about it, boys And I got mine
I got mine, I got mine I grabbed my hat and through the window I went flying I ran as fast as I could run But I didn't get there in time Because the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord And I got mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
