I Gotta Mine

And I went down to a big crap game,
'Twas 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 so ciety
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:

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