Dead of Night ft. Bourbon Roulette Lyrics

Daddy sittin' in a chair by the door

He said it's a might cold ain't we been over this before

But I stepped out and started into the night

And I heard his voice call out "I hope you heard me right."

To make money some put on a suit

But you know there's always some soul that gets tempted by the fruit

Workin' the corner or burnin' rubber at the light

We're out here makin' money in the dead of

Tryna' make a few dollars in the dead of night

Tryna' make a few dollars in the dead of night

We're workin' Overtime

Well looks like one day we'll pay

'Til then we run through the dead of

Mary Jane puttin' up her hair

Standin on a corner in the cold night air

That's when she saw the flashing red and blue

And an officer asked, "What'chu gunna do?"

As a young kid I went and grabbed the keys

Hit a hundred and ten, and won the race with ease

Countin' the money as the time went past

That's when I heard a cop say, "Goddam you're fast!"

Mary Jane and I went down to the court

They said we could take the 20 years as a last resort

But when we stepped up to the judge full of dread

He asked us what we're doin' and this is what we said:

We're tryna' make a few dollars in the dead of night

Tryna' make a few dollars in the dead of night

We're workin' Overtime

Well, looks like today we pay

That's what we get for tryna' run through the dead of night

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

We're growin' on the Grape Vine

Yeah-ah-aah

Daddy said don't go runnin' in the dead of night

He said don't go runnin' in the dead of night

Daddy said don't go, don't go, no

One day, I say, you'll pay

Although it might not be today

You know what you're doin' just ain't right

So don't go runnin' through the dead of night