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I been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer, |
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been chippin' up rocks for the great highway, |
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live five years if I take my time, |
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ballin' that jack and a drinkin' my wine. |
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I been chippin' them rocks from dawn till doom, |
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while my rider hide my bottle in the other room. |
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Doctor say better stop ballin' that jack, |
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if I live five years I gonna bust my back, yes I will. |
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Easy wind cross the Bayou today |
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cause there's a whole lotta women, mama, |
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out in red on the streets today. |
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And the river keeps a talkin', |
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but you never heard a word it said. |
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Gotta find a woman be good to me, |
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won't hide my liquor try to serve me tea, |
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cause I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true |
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and I'll give everything that I got to you, yes I will. |
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Easy wind going cross the Bayou today |
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there's a whole lotta women |
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out on the streets in a red today. |
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And the river keep a talkin', |
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but you never heard a word it said. |
