CRAP SHOOTIN' SINNER
('Cile Turner)


'Cile Turner - 1959





I go to church on Sunday, prayer meetin' too
But on Sat'day night I got my sinnin' to do
I keep in step with my preacher ev'ry day in the week
But on Sat'day night I got my sinnin' to seek
An' I roll bones, be it wrong, be it right
I'm a crap shootin' sinner on Sat'day night

I don't fool with no women, I lets that liquor jug be
But Sat'day night brings its sinnin' to me
Yeah, money's on the floor, luck is in my hand
It's Sat'day night and I'm a crap shootin' man
Ah, brothers, sisters, 'tween I and you
On Sat'day night I got my sinnin' to do

When I die, you'll get me ready for Heaven
But I want you to put in my pockets my sevens and elevens
'Cause when I get up there, I'm gonna knock on the door
And I'm gonna say, "Saint Peter, can I come in?"
Saint Peter gonna open the door just a crack, look at me and say
"Boy, aren't you the one they called the crap shootin' sinner?"
And I'm gonna say, "Saint Peter, let me talk to you about that very thing, Sir
You know the Good Book say that everybody got a talent, that's right
Well, Saint Peter, rollin' bones was my talent"
Yeah, then I'm gonna take 'em outta my pocket and say, 
"Looky here, Saint Peter, you see these little things
Yeah, well you just blow on 'em
And then you talk to 'em, Saint Peter, just sweet and easy, uh-huh
And you say come on little Joseph
That boy with the coat of many colours, uh-huh
And then, saint Peter, you roll 'em
Oh! Lord, Saint Peter, you brought me luck"
And then I hope Saint Peter gonna say to me
"Well, if that's all to it, I think you can bring 'em on in
They call you crap shootin' sinner, but crap's not a sin"

I go to church on Sunday, yeah, prayer meetin' too
But Sat'day night I got my sinnin' to do
I keep in step with my preacher ev'ry day in the week
But on Sat'day night I got my sinnin' to seek
An' I roll bones, be it wrong, be it right
I'm a crap shootin' sinner on Sat'day night






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2014)