Cocaine Blues - Abner Jay

Cocaine, Cocaine

Running round my heart

And then running

Lord, it’s running

Round my brain

I woke up this morning

I had a hungry pang

All I wanted for breakfast

Was some good old cocaine

Come here, Momma

Momma come here quick

Ol' cocaine got me, Momma

And I’m feeling sick

Cocaine, Cocaine

Oh it’s running round my heart

And then running

Lord, it’s running

Round my brain

I crave cocaine, Hah!

But I can’t find nothin' here in Atlanta

'Cause them hippies done used it all up

Hippies comin' in here from everywhere

New Orleans and Los Angeles and all

For they said they’s happiness is good here

Police here is easy-going

But I’m tired of waking up, feeling bad every morning

Drinking this old, bad liquor

I want something to pep me up

So I’m going back down to south Georgia

Down to (?) Fitzgerald

Go to ol' Doctor Hale’s drug store

'Cause ol' Doctor Hale give me what I want

Like a doctor’s supposed to do

These old doctors in Atlanta come telling me 'bout L.S.D

I don’t want none of that kid stuff

I want the real thing

Cocaine

So if any y’all know of having any

Meet me under the clothes line

'Cause that’s where I hang out

I went out to Fitzgerald

Down to Doctor Hale

He had a sign in his window

Said, «Have none — In jail»

I walked down Elm

I walked down main

Trying to find a woman who used cocaine

Get out of here, woman

I thought you understood

You ain’t got no connection, woman

You’re no use, and no good

Cocaine, cocaine

Oh it’s running round my heart

And then running

Lord, it’s running

Round my brain

Let it run, boy

Oh, the doctor said

It kill horses and men

He said it kill you

But they don’t say when

I walk down Elm

I walk down Main

Tryin' to bum a dollar

Get me some cocaine

I got a nickel

Oh, you got a dime

I’ll buy the coke, honey

You buy the wine

Cocaine, cocaine

Lord, it’s running round my heart

And then running

Lord, it’s running

Round my brain