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letra de wino man with dr. john routine - frank zappa

bringing in the sheaves
bringing in the sheaves
we will come rejoicing
bringing in the sheaves

l.a. in the summer of ’69
i went downtown and bought some wine
i wasted my head on three quarts o’ juice
and now the grapes won’t turn me loose
i’m a wino man, don’t you know i am

36, 24, hips about 30
(36, 24, hips about 30)
i seen some witch and i started talkin’ dirty
(seen a fine lady and i started talkin’ dirty)
she looked at me and raised her thumb
thumb yea-eah
and said jam down the road, you funky–ss bum
’cause i’m a wino man, know i am

i, i went to the country
and while i was gone
a roller-headed lady
caught me weedlin’ on her lawn
i’m so ashamed, but i’m a wino man
i can’t help myself

oh yeah

wino man, don’t you know i am
well, my drug indulgence
and my wino career are in a slump
’cause i find myself now living in a cardboard refrigerator box down by the houston dump
and i’m so ashamed
i been drinkin’ all night and my eyes are all red
why my (?) i don’t know which way to go
give me five bucks and a hot meal
give me fi-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal
(give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal)
i tell you everytime i get a chance, oh yeah

fz: i wondered what it would sound like if dr. john the night tripper sang this song?

gris gris gumbo, ya ya

fz: should be gris-gris gumbo wino

heya dadadaah
come on

gris gris gumbo, ya ya
heya dadadaah
[continues]

they call me dr. john
i’m known as the night tripper
got my satchel of gris-gris in my hand
we take all the stamped-out hippies way down the bayou
i’m the last of the best, known as the gris-gris man
and my women say
and my band be cookin’
and i don’t need no fender amplifier
come on
everybody sing along, come on
gris-gris
the doctor’s on get down sometime
the preceding was paid for
shuck shuck shuck shuck . .

- frank zappa

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