David Bromberg - Cocaine Blues lyrics

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, oh 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 she brings me lard She brings me meat, she brings me lard She brings me everything, I swear, that she can steal Now Barn and Beale's (?) circus came to town, They had an elephant looking good and brown They did not know it was against the law For the monk(ey) to stop at a five d**tore 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 c**aine I called my Cora, hey hey She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore, The doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more Sayin', run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good c**aine Now 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 had long 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 stand no show, it's certain he'll back you back He'll take everything from an earthly plant, from a sk**et to a frying pan If ever there was a devil born without any horns, It must have been a furniture man I called my Cora, hey hey She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore, Doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more Sayin' coke's for horses, not women nor men The doctor said it will k** you, but he didn't say when I'm simply wild about my good c**aine Now the baby's in the cradle in New Orleans, it kept a-whippin' till it got so mean It kept a-whippin had to fix it so (indecipherable) Saying, run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good c**aine I called my Cora, hey hey She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore, The doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more Sayin', run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good c**aine