Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, I can't make my livin' around this town
'Cause tricks1 ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I got to make my livin', don't care where I go
I need shoes on my feet, clothes on my back,
get tired of walkin' these streets, all dressed in black
But tricks ain't walkin',
tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I get four or five good tricks standin' in front of my door
Please have mercy, bad luck is on my head, four or five good tricks is all the money I need
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I can't get a
break don't care where I go
I got a store on the corner, sell this stuff cheap,
I got a market across the street, where I sell my meat
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I can't get a break, don't care where I go
This way of livin', sure is hard, duckin' and dodgin' the
Cadillac-Ford
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And if you think I'm lyin', follow me to my door
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Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down
I can't make my livin' around this town
Because tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I got to make my livin', don't care where I go
I need shoes on my feet, clothes on my back
Get tired of walkin' these streets all dressed in black
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin'
no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I get four or five good tricks standin' in front of my door
Please have mercy, bad luck is on my head
Four or five good tricks is all the money I need
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I can't get a break, don't care where I go
I got a store on the corner, sell this stuff cheap
I got a market across the street where I sell my
meat
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I can't get a break, don't care where I go
This way of livin' sure is hard
Duckin' and dodgin' the Cadillac-Ford
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And if you think I'm lyin', follow me to my door
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Lucille Bogan Till The Cows Come Home Lyrics
I got a man I love
I got a man I like
Every time I f**k them mens
I give 'em the doggone clap
Oh, baby
Give 'em the doggone clap
But that's the kind of pu**y that they really like
I told him I gotta good c*ck
And it's got four damn good names
Rough top
Rough c*ck
Tough c*ck
C*ck without a bone
You can f**k my c*ck
Suck my c*ck
Or leave my c*ck alone
Oh, baby
Honey, I p*ss all night long
You can f**k my c*ck or suck my c*ck
Baby, until the cows come home
You know both a my mens
They are tight like that
They got a great big d**k just like a baseball bat
Oooooh, f**k me
Do it to me all night long
I want you to do it to me baby
Honey, till the cows come home
They know I'm a b*t*h from Baltimore
I got hairs on my c*ck that will sweep the floor
I've got spunk from them hairs that would shet de do'
And I look over your hands seein' I'm a b*t*h from Baltimore
Oh, talkin' 'bout a b*t*h from Baltimore
And I got hairs on my c*ck
Sweep anybody's floor
I gotta big fat belly
I gotta big broad a**
And I can f**k any man
With real good cla**
Talking 'bout f**kin
Talking 'bout grindin baby all night long
And I can do it to you honey
Until the cows come home
If you suck my pu**y
Baby I'll suck your d**k
I'll do it ya honey till I make you sh*t
Oh, baby
Honey, do it all night long
Do it to me papa
(Grace me a verse) till tomorrow comes
Spanish Lyrics Version
Tengo un hombre al que amo
Tengo un hombre que me gusta
Cada vez que me follo a los hombres
Les doy el maldito aplauso
Oh bebe
Dales el aplauso maldito
Pero ese es el tipo de pu ** y que realmente les gusta
Le dije que tengo una buena c * ck
Y tiene cuatro malditos buenos nombres
Parte superior rugosa
Áspero c * ck
C * ck duro
C * ck sin un hueso
Puedes joder mi c * ck
Chupa mi c * ck
O deja mi c * ck en paz
Oh bebe
Cariño, me p * s toda la noche
Puedes follar mi c * ck o chupar mi c * ck
Baby, hasta que las vacas vuelvan a casa
Sabes que ambos son mis hombres
Estan apretados asi
Tienen una gran polla como un bate de béisbol
Oooooh, f ** kme
Házmelo toda la noche
Quiero que me lo hagas bebe
Cariño, hasta que las vacas vuelvan a casa
Saben que soy una perra de Baltimore
Tengo pelos en mi c * ck que barren el piso
Tengo esperma de esos cabellos que ella haría
Y miro tus manos viendo que soy una perra de Baltimore
Oh, hablando de una perra de Baltimore
Y tengo pelos en mi c * ck
Barrer el piso de cualquiera
Tengo una gran barriga gorda
Tengo un gran trasero ancho
Y puedo follar con cualquier hombre
Con muy buena clase
Hablando de f ** kin
Hablando de grindin bebé toda la noche
Y te lo puedo hacer cariño
Hasta que las vacas vuelvan a casa
Si me chupas el culo
Bebé te chuparé la polla
Lo haré cariño hasta que te haga una mierda
Oh bebe
Cariño, hazlo toda la noche
Hazmelo papa
(Graciame un verso) hasta que llegue mañana
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Song Credits:
Piano: Walter Roland
Artist: Lucille Bogan
Recorded at: New York City
Release Date: 1934
What is the saying until the cows come home?
When did till the cows come home come out?
Till The Cows Come Home | |
Released | 1997 |
Genre | Groove metal, gothic metal |
Farmer Boys chronology | |
Countrified (1996) Till The Cows Come Home (1997) The World Is Ours (2000) |