TORU Foorum - Keith Richards - Cocaine Blues

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Cocaine Blues Lyrics by Luke Jordan Oh go on, gal, don't you take me for no fool. I'm not gonna quit you, pretty mama, while the weather's cool. Around your back door, says honey, I'm gonna creep as long as you make those two and a half a week. Now I got a girl, she works in the white folk's yard. She brings me meal, I can swear it tastes of lard. She brings me meat, she brings me lard. She brings me everything, I swear that she can steal. Now Barnum 'n Bailey Circus came to town. They had an elephant looking good and brown. They did not know it was against the law for the monkey to stop at a five drugstore. Just around the corner, just a minute too late, Another one's standin' at the big back gate. I'm simply wild about my good cocaine. I called my Cora, hey hey. She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore. The doctor swore gonna sell no more Sayin', run doctor, ring the bell—the women in the alley. I'm simply wild about my good cocaine. Now there’s the furniture man came to my house, it was last Sunday morn. He asked me was my wife at home and I told him she hadn't long been gone. He backed his wagon up to my door, took everything I had. He carried it back to the furniture store and I swear I did feel sad. What in the world has anyone got for dealing with the furniture man. If you got no dough, you standing for show, he'll certainly back you back. He'll take everything from an earthly plant, from a skillet to a frying pan. If ever there was a devil born without any horns, It must have been the furniture man. I called my Cora, hey hey. She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore. Doctor swore gonna sell her more Sayin' coke's for horses—not women nor men. The doctor said it will kill you, but he didn't say when. I'm simply wild about my good cocaine. Now the baby's in the cradle in New Orleans,. It kept a-whippin' till it got so mean. Kept a-whippin had to fix it so the jokes with laughter fell no more. Saying, run doctor, ring the bell—the women in the alley. I'm simply wild about my good cocaine. I called my Cora, hey hey. She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore The doctor swore gonna sell her more Sayin', run doctor, ring the bell—the women in the alley. I'm simply wild about my good cocaine. Recorded Tuesday 16 August 1927 in Charlotte NC.

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