They Ain’t Walking No More Songtext
von Lucille Bogan
They Ain’t Walking No More Songtext
Sometimes I′m up, sometimes I'm down, I can′t make my livin' around this town
'Cause tricks ain′t walkin′, tricks ain't walkin′ no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin′ 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 see four or five good tricks standin' here in front of my door
Please have mercy, bad luck on my lead
Four or five good tricks is all the money I need
But tricks ain′t walkin′, tricks ain't walkin′ no more
Tricks ain't walkin′, 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, sellin′ 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', 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
'Cause tricks ain′t walkin′, tricks ain't walkin′ no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin′ 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 see four or five good tricks standin' here in front of my door
Please have mercy, bad luck on my lead
Four or five good tricks is all the money I need
But tricks ain′t walkin′, tricks ain't walkin′ no more
Tricks ain't walkin′, 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, sellin′ 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', 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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