(R. Pollard)



Ahhhhhhh, I have emotional scars

Ahhhhhhh, I don't understand what your saying

Ahhhhhhh, It's an accomplice of mine (Drowning in the commerce of life)

Feeeeling somethings going to blow

and watch where you go

I'm the drinking Jim Crow



Ahhhhhhh, Did you know it a traditional game

Ahhhhhhh, and we market it as a (and got out every morning, I feel like)

nasty little nation

drinking from the fire in the well

Extracting all the venom from the snake



Be careful you know

I'm the drinking Jim Crow

May the best things be stolen (and the blessings bestowed)

and the costumes be clothes (we froze)

and the night an oasis (the master of races)

and the haunted faces (makes fun pointed faces)

and the killing of time

I'm the drinking Jim Crow

better look where you go

better look where you go