| id0 |
156 |
| title |
Tumbling dice |
| artist |
The Rolling Stones |
| year |
1972 |
| album |
Exile on main street |
| playable |
G |
| title_artist |
tumblingdice_therollingstones |
| transpose |
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| count |
32 |
| status0 |
0 |
| lastdate |
1758975471 |
| ip |
116.204.34.165/Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_15_7) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/123.0.0.0 Safari/537.36 |
| originalkey |
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Woman think I'm tasty But theyre always trying to waste me
And make me burn the candle night down
But baby baby I dont need no jewels in my crown
Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheating like I don't know how
But baby crazy there's fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin' got me poor feet a-itching
Do you know the deuce is still wild
Baby I can't stay You got to roll me and call me the tumbling dice
Always in a hurry That I never stop to worry
Don't see the time flashing by
Honey, I got no money I'm all six and seven and nines
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my patner in crime
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Oh my my I'm the lone crap shooter
Playin' the field every night
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