Rollin' & Tumblin' Songtext
von R.L. Burnside

In your house blows the whistle horn
My man he bangs his bell
In your house blows the whistle horn
My man he bangs his bell
Lord, I think now I′m dying to hear my baby sing


I told my baby, let's go out and lay on that towel
I told my baby, let′s go out and lay on that towel
Ain't nobody but my baby

Ninety days in jail made my face tight to the wall
Ninety days in jail made my face tight to the wall
Lord, I got held with my baby

The reward was gig and I was a driving coach
The reward was gig and I was a driving coach
Down to the bottom, tell 'em what I know
Down to the bottom, tell ′em what I know