Reelin' And A-Pitchin'

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter

Put down that bloody bottle
You're Noah's second son
See the water rising
well, you know you'd better run
Pick your lucky number
divide it how you may
Don't hang on no tighter
'cause you're only in the way ...
     oooh, reelin'

reelin' and a-pitchin', uh-huh
Hot foot! steppin' like the big boys do

Rock salt for the coffee
Pepper for the tea
Fist come through the window
it hold a note which read:
I'm on pins and needles
cut with beer and gin
Open up the window
let the jelly roll right in ...
     oooh, reelin'

reelin' and a-pitchin', uh-huh
Hot foot! steppin' like the big boys do

Pickin' for my supper
Get it while it's hot
Raveled socks and mustard, baby
much worse in the pot
Order in the court
the judge is eatin' beans
Clerk is in the bathtub
sinkin' submarines ...
     oooh, reelin'

reelin' and a-pitchin', uh-huh
Hot foot! steppin' like the big boys do

Every inch the top cat
Says he's been a rover
Got it here in detail
but you know he ain't no lover
Come on up and see me
Tell me what you mean
woulda wrote a letter
but it might of made a scene ...
     oooh, reelin'

reelin' and a-pitchin', uh-huh
Hot foot! steppin' like the big boys do

High-heeled Pumas
get a look at those knees
she does the funky chicken
but she's all right with me
Things be gettin' better
if they ain't gettin' worse
Give a little lovin', whoa
slam it in reverse ...
     oooh, reelin'

reelin' and a-pitchin', uh-huh
Hot foot! steppin' like the big boys do
Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
     1973 Untitled Robert Hunter

 


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