Tumbling Dice - Live

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down
But, baby, I'm tasty, i don't need no jewels in my crown
Cause all you ladies are low down gamblers
Cheatin' like I don't know-how

Baby, I'm tasty
This fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itching
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't you see the time flashin' by
Honey, I 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 tumblin' dice

Oh yeah, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playin' the field ev'ry night

Baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice

You gotta (roll me)
You gotta (roll me)
Oh yea yea (roll me)
Got to keep on rolling (roll me)
Got to keep on rolling (roll me)
Got to keep on rolling (roll me)
Keep on rolling (roll me)

(roll me)
(roll me)
(roll me)
keep on pushing me yea yea (roll me)
(roll me)
keep on pushing me yea yea
Got to keep on rolling (roll me)

Keep on rolling
(Keep on rolling)
(Keep on rolling)
(Keep on rolling)
(Keep on rolling)
(Keep on rolling)



Credits
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards
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