"Sugarcane" lyrics
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 22 pistol and a bag of cocaine
They got you on the farm in a shackle and a chain
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 67 Buick and a bag of
Gold chains, got you on the farm working on the chain gang
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Eula Mae lived down in Memphis
She turned a trick once or twice
She got busted cold, and I was told, that it didn't go to nice
Now there's flies buzzing round in the kitchen, preacher man at the door
You better wipe your nose, and save your soul, and move it on down the line
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 22 pistol and a bag of cocaine
They got you on the farm in a shackle and a chain
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 67 Buick and a bag of
Gold chains, got you on the farm working on the chain gang
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Billy worked down on Beale street, the finest pomade in his hair
He was 12 years old, when he got told, son you look just like a millionaire
Now there's a federal man in the pool room, looking to powder his nose
Sold him upstream, and broke his dreams, yea we know how the story goes
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 22 pistol and a bag of cocaine
They got you on the farm in a shackle and a chain
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 67 Buick and a bag of
Gold chains, got you on the farm working on the chain gang
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
They got you on the farm in a shackle and a chain
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 67 Buick and a bag of
Gold chains, got you on the farm working on the chain gang
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Eula Mae lived down in Memphis
She turned a trick once or twice
She got busted cold, and I was told, that it didn't go to nice
Now there's flies buzzing round in the kitchen, preacher man at the door
You better wipe your nose, and save your soul, and move it on down the line
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 22 pistol and a bag of cocaine
They got you on the farm in a shackle and a chain
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 67 Buick and a bag of
Gold chains, got you on the farm working on the chain gang
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Billy worked down on Beale street, the finest pomade in his hair
He was 12 years old, when he got told, son you look just like a millionaire
Now there's a federal man in the pool room, looking to powder his nose
Sold him upstream, and broke his dreams, yea we know how the story goes
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 22 pistol and a bag of cocaine
They got you on the farm in a shackle and a chain
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
Sugarcane, sugarcane, 67 Buick and a bag of
Gold chains, got you on the farm working on the chain gang
Breaking that rock for the sugarcane
