Tumbling Dice

(album: Exile On Main St. - 1972)

Women think I'm tasty
But they're always trying to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down
Baby, baby, don't need no jewels in my crown

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheating like I don't know how
Baby, I go crazy, there's fever in the funk house now

This low down bitching
Got my poor feet a-itching
You know you know the deuce is still wild
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't see the time flashing 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 tumbling
Roll me and call me the tumbling dice

Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playing the field every night
Baby, can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumbling (dice)
Roll me and call me the tumbling
(Got to roll me) dice

Got to roll me. Got to roll me
Got to roll me. Got to roll me
Got to roll me. Got to roll me
Keep on rolling
Got to roll me
Keep on rolling
Got to roll me

(Oh yeah, keep on rolling)
Got to roll me (Call me the tumbling dice)
Got to roll me (Yeah)
Got to roll me (Roll me, baby [?])
Got to roll me (Ah yeah)
Got to roll me (Oh my, my, my, my)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me (Keep on tumbling down, baby, oh)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me