Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ry Cooder
Vocals
George Bohannon
Baritone Horn
Flaco Jimenz
Accordion
Hugo Gonzales
Banjo
Chris Ethridge
Bass
Jim Keltner
Drums
Atta Isaacs
Guitar
Red Callender
Tuba
Benny Powell
Trombone
Milt Holland
Drums
Oscar Brashear
Cornet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ry Cooder
Arranger
George Bohannon
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ry Cooder
Producer
Russ Titelman
Producer
Lee Herschberg
Mixing Engineer
Loyd Clift
Engineer
Lyrics
And I went down to a big crap game
'Twas certainly against my will
I lost every doggone nickel I had
But a greenback dollar bill
40 dollar that laid on the floor
My buddy's point was nine
Well, the police they come in there and caught all of 'em
But I got mine
I got mine, let me tell ya
I got mine
I grabbed that money, out the back door I went flying
Well, ever since the big crap game
I've been livin' on chicken and wine
I'm the leader of society since I got mine
I know a barber shop, it's a way 'cross town
Down on Norfolk Street
It's the only place on a Saturday night
That us gamblers gets to meet
Some comes for a haircut
And others come for a scrap
And when you see me and my buddies up there, man
We means to shoot some crap
Hollering, "Seven-eleven, won't you come, come, come!"
If you don't seven-eleven them, you're done, done, done
If I see the police before he sees me, I'm gonna run, run, run
I'm the leader of society since I got mine
Well, I went down to my best girl's house
And the hour was just about nine
I wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford
But I was feeling just as fine
And I caught her sitting on another man's knee
And I didn't like that sign
Well, I told them what I thought about it, boys
And I got mine
I got mine, I got mine
I grabbed my hat and through the window I went flying
I ran as fast as I could run, but I didn't get there in time
Because the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord
And I got mine
And I got mine
Surely
I just didn't run faster
Writer(s): Pd Traditional, Ry Cooder
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