Crawlin’

Well I stopped to have a little drink
With a lady down the street
Then would took the time to think
That if I drink a Sneaky Pete
I'd be Crawlin instead of ballin
I mix a bowl of wine with rye
Drink until time for me to go
Well she didn’t bat an eye
When she saw me on the floor
Just a Crawlin, a really brawlin
I poured the Beer in the gin
I drank the Gin with the Wine
It left me really chargin like a jet T99
I was feelin mighty fine
High as any Georgia pine
Rock and standing on my legs
The floor came up and bumped my head
Man I was Crawlin a really Crawlin
She was prancing all around
And I was on my hands and knees
Trying to get up off the ground
When she said with so much ease
Man your ballin a really ballin
Just then my husband came in
And through me out in the street
I don't know what became of her
But I was really beat
Then I tried to drag home
Sore and full of misery
All the Sneaky Pete was gone
And the folk could plainly see
I was Crawlin instead of ballin
I was Crawlin instead of ballin
Yes I was Crawlin instead of ballin
Oh I was Crawlin instead of ballin
But let me tell you one thing
I ain’t going there no more