Lyrics

Well I stopped to have a little drink With a lady down the street Then would took the time to think That if I drink a Sneaky Pete I'd be Crawlin instead of ballin I mix a bowl of wine with rye Drink until time for me to go Well she didn't bat an eye When she saw me on the floor Just a Crawlin, a really brawlin I poured the Beer in the gin I drank the Gin with the Wine It left me really chargin like a jet T99 I was feelin mighty fine High as any Georgia pine Rock and standing on my legs The floor came up and bumped my head Man I was Crawlin a really Crawlin She was prancing all around And I was on my hands and knees Trying to get up off the ground When she said with so much ease Man your ballin a really ballin Just then my husband came in And through me out in the street I don't know what became of her But I was really beat Then I tried to drag home Sore and full of misery All the Sneaky Pete was gone And the folk could plainly see I was Crawlin instead of ballin I was Crawlin instead of ballin Yes I was Crawlin instead of ballin Oh I was Crawlin instead of ballin But let me tell you one thing I ain't going there no more