Lyrics:
Looking for them rounders, looking out for me.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white,
Delia's in the graveyard,
My old man had a rounder's soul.
He'd hear an old freight train.
Then he'd have to go.
Said he'd been blessed with a gipsy bone.
That's
Thought I was a gambler I broke every shark in town
Until I met a rounder who called all I put down
I put the cards on the table and he drew an ace
Turn on the speak it's the first time I get to talk on the speak cause you know okay
Darn those smart alec crazy cajon boy come in to my nice clean
Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafe
Clyde Barrow was the rounder that took her away
They both robbed and killed until both of them died
So goes
Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafe
Clyde Barrow was the rounder that took her away
They both robbed and killed until both of them died
So goes
I thought I was a gambler
Broke ev'ry shark in town
Until I met a rounder
Who called all I put down
We laid the cards on the table
He drew
Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafe
Clyde Barrow was the rounder that took her away
They both robbed and killed until both of them died
So goes
"Alec in ten"
"Nine, eight, seven"
"Ready four, excuse all, four"
"Alec in five seconds
Four, three"
"And go four
Dissolve four
Were a radia gunslung
Were a murdream boys room
On a slight of jadeself
Are you tied of drying, rounder?
Dimed a thousand cycles
Come around
of him
It's a lot of 'em and I mean a lot of 'em
And me and Nina used to follow them
I've got to audibly body them
And this is it man, the hitman,
My daddy was a bit of a rounder
Said these women are gonna make you go blind
I told my old man that I'm right over here
Like the way I see just fine
All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight
I wish that I could know them one by one
All the handsome gentlemen with loving on their minds
Michaelangelo was a genius
Artist, architect, physician
The darling of the Florentine scene
Inventor, scientist, mathematician
But less well-known
Hello stranger
Put your loving hand in mine
You are a stranger
And you're a friend of mine
Get up, rounder
Let a working girl lay down
You are
Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafe
Clyde Barrow was the rounder that took her away
They both robbed and killed until both of them died
So goes
I'm getting badder and badder
Cakes getting rounder rounder
Checks getting fatter and fatter
Stomach getting flatter and flatter
Ass getting fatter
achieving
What Bet's believing, he will return
[Chorus:]
Alecs gone, Alecs gone, Alecs gone
Alecs gone, Alecs gone, Alecs gone
Away oo oo oo gone away oo oo
Well, I've come here to tell you boys
I'm ragged but I'm right
I'm a tramp and a rounder
I stay out late at night.
I pour a high steak
Three
作曲 : S.L.ALEC
编曲 : S.L.ALEC
SAIYAN
Composed By: S.L.Alec
@Asian Gang
@Alec Handmade Studio™️
@COBRA
Producer: COBRA/S.L.ALEC
Mixing: S.L.Alec
that she'd be my baby
We build a cottage in the old hometown
I can't forget my good old rambling days
Them old freight trains keep calling me always
I
house the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head
Big old rounder in my folding bed
house the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head,
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Discuss these artist/Alec-Lytle-&-Them-Rounders/2137848789 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In