Wino Man - With Dr. John Routine

Lyrics

Bringing in the sheaves

Bringing in the sheaves

We will come rejoicing

Bringing in the sheaves

L.A. in the summer of '69

I went downtown and bought some wine

I wasted my head on three quarts o' juice

And now the grapes won't turn me loose

I'm a wino man, don't you know I am

36, 24, hips about 30

(36, 24, hips about 30)

I seen some witch and I started talkin' dirty

(Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty)

She looked at me and raised her thumb

Thumb yea-eah

And said jam down the road, you funky-ass bum

'Cause I'm a wino man, know I am

I, I went to the country

And while I was gone

A roller-headed lady

Caught me weedlin' on her lawn

I'm so ashamed, but I'm a wino man

I can't help myself

Oh yeah

Wino man, don't you know I am

Well, my drug indulgence

And my wino career are in a slump

'Cause I find myself now living in a cardboard refrigerator box

down by the Houston dump

And I'm so ashamed

I been drinkin' all night and my eyes are all red

Why my (?) I don't know which way to go

Give me five bucks and a hot meal

Give me fi-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal

(Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal)

I tell you everytime I get a chance, oh yeah

FZ: I wondered what it would sound like if Dr. John the Night

Tripper sang this song?

Gris gris gumbo, ya ya

FZ: Should be gris-gris gumbo wino

Heya dadadaah

Come on

Gris gris gumbo, ya ya

Heya dadadaah

(Etc Etc.)

They call me Dr. John

I'm known as the Night Tripper

Got my satchel of gris-gris in my hand

We take all the stamped-out hippies way down the bayou

I'm the last of the best, known as the gris-gris man

And my women say

And my band be cookin'

And I don't need no Fender Amplifier

Come on

Everybody sing along, come on

Gris-gris.

The doctor's on get down sometime

The preceding was paid for

Shuck shuck shuck shuck . . .

Notes

Quote from Bringing In The Sheaves (Minor/Shaw) and Dr. Johns Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya