Streetwalkers - Toenail Draggin' lyrics

Chapman-Whitney Take me to the bottom Roll me in my hearse Take me to the bottom Life's been a doggone curse. I want eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers Let 'em be pale 'n' black I want nine men going to the graveyard buddy Eight men coming back. I want a gang o' gamblers gathered ‘round my coffin side A crooked card in my hearse A game of blackjack played over me Let the winner get his just desserts. Take me to the bottom Roll me in my hearse Take me to the bottom Life's been a doggone curse. I want six good poolhall rumblers Six Streetwalkers to sing my song Sixteen racketmen gambling While I'm rolling along. I want twenty-two bootleggers in some hotel To drink to me from whiskey stills I got thirty-nine women to remember me good How I pa**ed by so swell. Take me to the bottom Roll me in my hearse Take me to the bottom 'Cause life's been a doggone, been a doggone curse. My head is achin', my heart is thumpin' But I'm going down boundin' and a-jumpin' Folks no need to stand around cryin' Want everybody up and dancin' when I'm dying. I want one foot up, toenail draggin' Throw me in that hoodoo wagon Come here, mama, with that can o' booze And gimme gimme what I choose. Take me to the bottom Roll me in my hearse Take me to the bottom.