They Ain't Walkin' No More
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, I can't make my living around this town
'Cause tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
I said, tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And I've got to make my living, don't care where I go
I need shoes on my feet, clothes on my back
Get tired of walking these streets, all dressed in black
But tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
I said, tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And I'll take four or five good tricks standing in front of my door
Please have mercy, bad luck's on my lease
Four or five good tricks is all the money I need
But tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
Tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And I can't get a break, don't care where I go
I got a store on the corner, sell stuff cheap
I got a market 'cross the street, where I sell my meat
But tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
I said, tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And I can't get a break, don't care where I go
This way of living, sure is hard, ducking and dodging the Cadillac-Ford
But tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
I said, tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And if you think I'm lying, follow me to my door
'Cause tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
I said, tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And I've got to make my living, don't care where I go
I need shoes on my feet, clothes on my back
Get tired of walking these streets, all dressed in black
But tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
I said, tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And I'll take four or five good tricks standing in front of my door
Please have mercy, bad luck's on my lease
Four or five good tricks is all the money I need
But tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
Tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And I can't get a break, don't care where I go
I got a store on the corner, sell stuff cheap
I got a market 'cross the street, where I sell my meat
But tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
I said, tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And I can't get a break, don't care where I go
This way of living, sure is hard, ducking and dodging the Cadillac-Ford
But tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
I said, tricks ain't walking, tricks ain't walking no more
And if you think I'm lying, follow me to my door
Credits
Writer(s): Lucille Bogan
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
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- My Georgia Grind
- Outspoken
- Black Angel Blues
- Skin Game Blues (Remastered) - Single
- 1930s Blues Classics
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- As Bessie Jackson: Reckless Woman 1927-1935 (feat. Walter Roland) [Blues Collection Historic Recordings]
- Lucille Bogan (Bessie Jackson), Vol. 3 [1934-1935]
- Lucille Bogan (Bessie Jackson) Vol. 1 [1923-1930]
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