When the sun comes up, Mama's singing "Ain't No Cain On The Brazos"

Sun goes down, she moves on to raise up poor Lazarus

Daddy comes in in a gabardine suit, says, "Go fire up the rocket"

He throws me the keys to the '88 and slips some dice in his pocket

Shaking them bones

Oh, shaking them bones

Shaking them bones

Our baby needs a new pair of shoes

We drive out of town across the river to this club called Three Deuces

We walk in and my daddy says, "I'm feeling my juices"

There's a crap game going on in the back

Room and right off he throws a seven

He says, "Lady, ride with the devil's good

Graces," the old man throws an eleven

Shaking them bones

Oh, shaking them bones

Shaking them bones

Our baby needs a new pair of shoes

He throws Little Joe from Kokomo and the fever in the funk house

Eighter from Decatur and the preachers in the whorehouse

Now there ain't no gambling allowed at all on the streets of glory

The losers say, "Roll them dice," and the winners tell smutty stories

Seems all the money in the civilized world is bet on his next toss

And he's praying to them gambling

Gods for Nina Ross on a farting horse

Shaking them bones

Oh, shaking them bones

Shaking them bones

Our baby needs a new pair of shoes

Now when the sun comes up, Mama's singing "Fattening Frogs For Snakes"

Me and Daddy walk in, he says, "Hey, baby, we have what it takes"

He also had some rolled-up dice, Mama says, and she kisses him

"And I'm just glad I didn't have to get

You out of the criminal judicial system"

Shaking them bones

Oh, shaking them bones

Shaking them bones

Shaking them bones

Shaking them bones

Shaking them bones

Our baby needs a new pair of shoes