Ike is a man He stays mostly at home He's got three dogs And a bucket full of bones
He lends his place out To five-dollar whores And spends sunshiny days Upon his front porch
Now he reads his paper He lays on his coach He drink that corn liquor whiskey Till the bottle runs out
He puts his cane to the tracks He walks into the wind Ike tend to stay out While his women're in
“Here we are Dirt from the river” he said “And we're rollin' On the flood We drink whiskey For our liver And stay stuck here Stuck in the mud”
Now one of Ike's women Сame knockin' on my door The other night She said “I stay by Ike's house Do you have a light?” I gave her some matches I tried to shut the door. She said “No, baby, I need a candle So I can see the floor”
She goes “A candle To light the way To light the way To something good”
Now I told her I had a candle Somewhere's in my home She followed me in Asked me did I live alone “Yes, ma'am, I do” I says “I live here all by myself” And I pulled a little red candle Down off of the shelf
“I appreciate that” she says In a snaggle-tooth grin “I bet you got yourself one pretty girlfriend” “Oh no, ma'am, I don't” I says As I look down at the floor It's strange how the Devil keeps pushing More and more
“God damn!” she says “Do you like women?” “Yes, ma'am, I do.” I says “I like women”. She stroke a pose And looked at me sideways-like And she says “Well, do you want one Five-dollar woman Tonight?”
Well here we are Dirt from the river And we're rolling On the flood We drink whiskey For our liver And stay stuck here Stuck in the mud
I watched her as she walked home Down the street Flower-print polyester dress And no shoes on her feet
Now Ike was on the railroad tracks He's looking up at the stars And she disappears in his house As the dogs begin to bark As the dogs Begin to bark