Tumbling Dice

Rolling Stones/Linda Ronstadt

(Jagger-Richards, 1972)

Album: Rewind



Women think I'm tasty

But they're always tryin' to waste me

And make me burn the candle right down

But baby, baby

I don't need no jewels in my crown



Cause all you women is low down gamblers

Cheatin' like I don't know how

But baby, baby

There's fever in the funk house now



This low down bitchin'

Got my poor feet a itchin'

Don't you know the deuce is still wind



Baby, I can't stay

You got to roll me

And call me the tumbling dice



Always in a hurry

I never stop to worry

Don't you see the time flashing by

Honey go no money

I'm all sizes and sevens and nines



Say now, baby

I'm the rank outsider

You can be my partner in crime

But baby, I can't stay

You got to roll me

And call me the tumbling dice

Roll me and call me the tumbling dice



Oh my, my, my

I'm the lone crap shooter

Playing the field every night

Baby, can't stay

You got to roll me

And call me the tumbling dice

Roll me and call me the tumbling dice