Tumbling Dice

by The Rolling Stones

From the album: Exile on Main St.

Duration: 03:46

Exile on Main St. cover art

Lyrics for Tumbling Dice

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me Make me burn the candle right down But baby, baby, don't need jewels in my crown All of you women, low down gamblers Cheatin' like I don't know how Baby, I go crazy, fever in the funk house now Low down bitchin' got my poor feet a-itchin' Know you know the deuce is still wild Baby, I can't say You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry Don't see the time flashin' by Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes and sevens and nines Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider You can be my partner in crime Baby, I can't say You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice Oh my my my, I'm the lone crap shooter Playin' your field every night Baby, I can't say You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice Got to roll me Got to roll me Got to roll me, ah-ooh yeah Got to roll me, ah-ooh Got to roll me, ah yeah Got to roll me, keep on rollin' Got to roll me, keep on rollin' Got to roll me, keep on rollin' Got to roll me, my women call me the tumblin' dice Got to roll me, yeah Got to roll me, oh baby be my sugar Got to roll me, ahh yeah Got to roll me, oh my, my, my Got to roll me, oh my Got to roll me, ah good job baby Got to roll me, good job baby Got to roll me, baby I'm down Got to roll me

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