Crawlin'

Crawlin' - The Clovers

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 coat 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