Coc*ine Blues-Dave Van Ronk

Coc*ine Blues - Dave Van Ronk Every time my baby and me we go uptown, Police come in and knock me down. Coc*ine all around my brain. Hey baby, better come here quick, This old coc*ine is 'bout to make me sick. Coc*ine all around my brain. Yonder come my baby, she's dressed in red, She's got a shot-gun, Says she's gonna kill me dead. Coc*ine all around my brain. Hey baby, better come here quick, This old coc*ine 'bout to make me sick. Coc*ine all around my brain. You take Sally, an' I'll take Sue, Ain't nah difference between the two. Coc*ine all around my brain. Hey baby, you better come here quick, This old coc*ine 'bout to make me sick. Coc*ine all around my brain. Coc*ine's for horses and it's not for men, Doctor said it kill you, but he didn't say when. Coc*ine all around my brain. Hey baby, you better come here quick, This old coc*ine 'bout to make me sick. Coc*ine all around my brain. Hey baby, you better come here quick, This old coc*ine 'bout to make me sick. Coc*ine all around my brain.