Lyric I Got Mine

(Traditional)
(C) - (F) - (G) - (Am)

(C) And I went down to a big crap game,
Twas (F) certainly against my (C) will.
I lost every doggone nickel I had
But a (G) greenback dollar bill.
(C) Forty dollar that laid on the floor
My (F) buddy s point was (C) nine
Well, the (F) police they come in there
And (Am) caught all of em
But (C) I (G) got (C) mine.

I got mine, let me tell ya
(F) I got (C) mine.
I grabbed that money
Out the back door (G) I went flying
Well, (C) ever since the big crap game
I ve been (F) livin on chicken and (C) wine.
I m the (F) leader of so (Am) ciety
Since (C) I (G) got (C) mine.

I know a barber shop
It s a way cross town
Down on Norfolk street
It s the only place on a Saturday night
That us gamblers gets to meet
Some comes for a haircut
And others come for a scrap
And when you see me and my buddies up there, man
We means to shoot some crap
Hollering: "Seven, eleven, won t you come, come, come!!!
If you don t seven, eleven them
You re done, done, done"
If I see the police before he sees me
I m gonna run, run, run
I m the leader of society
Since I got mine

Well, I went down to my best girl s house
The hour was just about nine
I wasn t dressed up like Henry Ford
But I was feeling just as fine
I caught her sitting on another man s knee
And I didn t like that sign
Well, I told them what I thought about it, boys
And I got mine

I got mine, I got mine
I grabbed my hat and through the window
I went flying
I ran as fast as I could run
But I didn t get there in time
Because the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord
And I got mine