Wino Man With Dr. John Routine

Bringing in the sheaves
Bringing in the sheaves
We will come rejoicing
Bringing in the sheaves

L.A. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought some wine
I wasted my head on three quarts o' juice
And now the grapes won't turn me loose
I'm a wino man, don't you know I am

36, 24, hips about 30
(36, 24, hips about 30)
I seen some witch and I started talkin' dirty
(Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty)
She looked at me and raised her thumb
Thumb yea-eah
And said jam down the road, you funky-ass bum
'Cause I'm a wino man, know I am

I, I went to the country
And while I was gone
A roller-headed lady
Caught me weedlin' on her lawn
I'm so ashamed, but I'm a wino man
I can't help myself

Oh yeah

Wino man, don't you know I am
Well, my drug indulgence
And my wino career are in a slump
'Cause I find myself now living in a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston dump
And I'm so ashamed
I been drinkin' all night and my eyes are all red
Why my (?) I don't know which way to go
Give me five bucks and a hot meal
Give me fi-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal
(Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal)
I tell you everytime I get a chance, oh yeah

FZ: I wondered what it would sound like if Dr. John the Night Tripper sang this song?

Gris gris gumbo, ya ya

FZ: Should be gris-gris gumbo wino

Heya dadadaah
Come on

Gris gris gumbo, ya ya
Heya dadadaah
[continues]

They call me Dr. John
I'm known as the Night Tripper
Got my satchel of gris-gris in my hand
We take all the stamped-out hippies way down the bayou
I'm the last of the best, known as the gris-gris man
And my women say
And my band be cookin'
And I don't need no Fender Amplifier
Come on
Everybody sing along, come on
Gris-gris
The doctor's on get down sometime
The preceding was paid for
Shuck shuck shuck shuck . .