Crib House Drip (Analog tape version)

Went out last night to the crib-house down the street

Went out last night to the crib-house down the street

Went out last night to the crib-house down the street O LORD

And my good gal stung me with the sweetest stingaree

Ran to the doctor, boy I ran down fast

Ran to the doctor, boy I ran down fast O LORD

He said: “There’s something wrong with your yas yas yas”

Oh we sure did have a time

How’d I know that gal o’ mine?

She’s good-lookin’, but it is disease

Oh she done that little snake hip

But then she gave me the drip

Now the chills are overtakin’ me

He took one look and I’ll tell you what he said

He took one look and I’ll tell you what he said

He took one look and I’ll tell you what he said O LORD

He said “You got a hot tamale from sleeping in that woman’s bed”

Now, some folks say that the crib-house drip ain’t bad

Well, some folks say that the crib-house drip ain’t bad (O Lord)

It must not have been the crib-house drip they had

Oh we sure did have a time

How’d I know that gal o’ mine?

She’s good-lookin’, but she’s got disease

Oh she done that little snake hip

But then she gave me the drip

Now the chills are overtakin’ me