Tumbling Dice

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me Make me burn the candle right down But, baby, baby, don't need no jewels in my crown 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers Cheatin' like I don't know how Baby, got no flavor, fever in the funk house now This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin' Don't you know you know the deuce is still wild Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me And call me the tumblin' dice Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry Don't you see the time flashin' by Honey, got no money I'm all sixes and sevens and nines Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider You can be my partner in crime Baby, I can't stay You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice Now baby Oh my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter Playin' the field ev'ry night Baby, I can't stay You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice (Call me the tumblin') Got to roll me (ya yes), got to roll me, got to roll me (Oh yeah) Got to roll me Got to roll me (yeah) Got to roll me (Keep on rolling) Got to roll me (Keep on rolling) Got to roll me (Keep on rolling) --- Tumbling Dice - Nicki Bluhm and The Band Of Heathens