Mama she raised me on riddles and trances
Fatback, channel-cat, lily white lies
Rocked my cradle in a jimmy-crack fancy
Never met papa and I never asked why

And people say papa wasn't no account anyway
People say papa was a rollin' stone
I turned twenty on the Waccamaw throughway
Hitchin' upriver in the dark alone

Sleepin' with a stranger in a no name town
Thanksgivin' dinner at the Top Hat Lounge
Christmas Eve at the Fantasy Tan
Lord have mercy on the crocodile man
Lord have mercy on the crocodile man