Oh, Nobody Knows When de Lord Is Gonna Call

Lyrics

[MINGO] Oh, nobody knows when the Lord is gonna call [MEN] Roll them bones, roll [SPORTIN' LIFE] It may be in the summertime and may be in the fall [MEN] Roll them bones, roll [SPORTIN' LIFE] But you got to leave your baby and your home and all So [SPORTIN' LIFE & MEN] Roll them bones Oh my brother, oh my brother, oh my brother Roll them bones, roll them bones Roll, roll [JAKE] Seems like these bones don't give me nothin' but boxcars tonight It was the same two weeks ago, and the game broke me I don't like that kind of luck [SPORTIN' LIFE produces his own dice, but MINGO grabs them.] [SPORTIN' LIFE, spoken] Damn you, give me those bones! [MINGO] What do you say to these, Jake? [JAKE] Them's the same cockeyed bones What clean the game out last Saturday night If they rolls in this game, I rolls out [SERENA] Honey boy! [JAKE] Come on down, Robbins, we're waitin' for you [SERENA] Honey, don't play tonight Do like I say [ROBBINS] I been sweatin' all day Night time is man's time He got a right to forget his troubles He got a right to play [SERENA] If you hadn't been drinkin' you wouldn't talk to me that way You ain't never hear Lord Jesus say nothin' 'bout got to play [ROBBINS, spoken] There you goes again, Serena Listen to what I say [ROBBINS] I works all the week Sunday got to pray But Saturday night A man's got a right to play [MEN] A man's got a right to play [ROBBINS] Yes, sir, that's right That old lady of mine is hell on savin' money to join that buryin' lodge I say spend it while you're still alive and kickin' [JIM] Lord, I is tired this night I'm done with cotton [JAKE] Better come along with me on the Sea Gull I got room for another fisherman [JIM] That suits me [JIM, spoken] This cotton hook done swung its last bale of cotton Here [JIM] Who wants a cotton hook? [JIM throws cotton hook to center of floor; children dive for it and scramble.] [CLARA & CRAP SHOOTERS] Summertime (Seven come, seven) And the living is easy (Come to pappy) Throw that beautiful number Fish are jumpin' (Come seven to me) And the cotton (Yeah, man) Is high (I'll bet he's wrong! I'll bet he's right! Gettin' hot!) Oh, your daddy's rich (Come seven! Shoot!) And your ma is good lookin' (Made it! He made it!) So hush, little baby Don't you cry (Old man seven come down from heaven) Don't you cry [JAKE] What, that child ain't asleep yet? Give him to me I'll fix him for you