Don't grass Jack

Slippin' an’ sliddin' in the dead o' night,

Can't see faces 'cause we got no light,

Gold in my pocket an' gold in my shoes,

Gold on my finger an' gold in my tooth,

'Say, where you been?’ 'What's in the sack?'

Word on the street is, 'Don't grass Jack.'

Up and down the alleys, jemmy in your grip,

Shakin' locks, braking locks, lots of locks to pick,

Silver in my pocket, silver in my shoes,

Silver on my finger an' silver in my tooth,

Say, where you been?’ 'What's in the sack?'

Word on the street is, 'Don't grass Jack.'

See a fancy lady, walking with her beau,

Easy pickings, watches tickin', wallets in a row,

Gold in my pocket, gold in my shoes,

Gold on my finger an' gold in my tooth,

Say, where you been?' 'What's in the sack?'

Word on the street is, 'Don't grass Jack.'

© Joseph G Dawson