Crocodile Man Lyrics - Train Home - Chris Smither

Momma raised me on riddles and trances, 

fat-back, channel cat, lily-white lies, 

all wrapped up in a jim-crack fancy. 

I never met Poppa, 

I never asked why 

People said Poppa wasn't no-account anyway, 

people said Poppa was a rollin' stone. 

I turned twenty on the Wakama thruway, 

headed upriver in the dark alone. 

CHORUS I been sleepin' with a stranger in a no-name town, 

Thanksgiving dinner at the Top Hat Lounge, 

Christmas Eve at the Fantasy Tan, 

Lord have mercy on the Crocodile Man 

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I hooked up with a carnie, 

a little out of Memphis, 

slavin' in a side-show, 

pennies in a jar, 

beetle-eyed jokers, hick-town princes, 

rhinestone rubies and rubber cigars. 

I wrassled me a gator up in Omaha city, 

done me another down in New Orleans, 

tangled with the barker, 

ran off with the kitty, 

crawled the Mississippi and I got away clean 

Underneath the levee in a cattail thicket, 

down in the shadows of a shady grove, 

there's a thatch roof risin' from a poke-fence picket, 

white smoke billows from a coal-black stove. 

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Inside the house is the hall of mirrors, 

inside the mirror is the temple of sin, 

inside the temple is the face of Momma, 

and Momma, she knows where I been. 

My Momma knows exactly where this bad boy been. 

CHORUS