Toenail Draggin'
Chapman/Whitney
Take me to the bottom
Roll me in my hearse
Take me to the bottom
Life's been a doggone curse.
I want 8 crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let'em be pale'n'black
I want 9 men going to the graveyard buddy
8 men coming back
Iwant a gang o' gamblers gathered round my
coffin side
A crooked card in my hearse
A game of blackjack played over me
Let the winner get his just deserts.
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I want 6 good poolhall rumblers
6 Streetwalkers to sing my song
16 racketmen gambling,while I'm rolling along
I want 22 bootleggers in some hotel
To drink to me from whiskey stills
I got 39 women to remember me good
How I passed by so swell.
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My head is achin'
My heart is thumpin'
But I'm going down boundin' and a'jumpin'
Folks no need to stand around cryin'
Want everybody up and dancin'when I'm dying
I want-One foot up,
Toenail draggin'
Throw me in that hoodoo wagon
Come here Mama with that can o'booze
And gimme gimme what I choose.
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