Lyrics

[Verse 1] Now, go on, gal, don't you take me for no fool I'm not gonna quit you, pretty mama, while the weather's cool Around your back door, says, honey, I'm gonna creep As long's you make me those two and a half a week Now I've got a girl, she works in the white folks yard She brings me meal, I can swear, she brings me lard She brings me meal, she brings me lard She brings me everything, I swear, that she can steal [Verse 2] Now, Barnum Bailey's Circus came to town They had the dancers looking good and brown They didn't know it was against the law For the monks to stop at a fine drug store Just around the corner just a minute too late Another one standin' at the big back gate I'm simply wild about my good cocaine [Chorus 1] I called my Cora, hey, hey She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore The doctor swore ain't gonna sell no more Sayin', run, doctor, ring the bell The women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good cocaine [Verse 3] Now, the furniture man came to my house It was last Sunday morn He asked me was my wife at home And I told she had long gone He backed his wagon up to my door Took everything I had He carried it back to the furniture store And I swear I did feel sad [Verse 4] What in the world has anyone got Dealin' with the furniture man? If you got no dough to stand up for show He certainly will back you back He will take everything from an ugly plant From a skillet to a frying pan If it ever was a devil born without any horns It must have been the furniture man [Chorus 2] I call my Cora, hey, hey She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore Doctor swore ain't gonna sell her more Sayin' coke's for horses, not women or men The doctor says it kills you but he didn't say when I'm simply wild about my good cocaine [Verse 5] Now, the babies in the cradle in New Orleans They kept a-whiffin' 'til they got so mean They kept a-whiffin' had to fix it so The judge wouldn't 'low to sell no more Sayin', run, doctor, ring the bell The women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good cocaine [Chorus 3] I call my Cora, hey, hey She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore The doctor swore, "I ain't gonna sell her more" Sayin' run, doctor, ring the bell The women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good cocaine