Waitin’ For the Gin to Hit Me Lloyd
(Okay? Everything cool
Tape’s—
“Lloyd!” (A man’s voice over the PA, from the control room)
Tape’s a-rollin’
Tape’s a-rollin’
All is right
I’m gonna start off with just like a... [begins strumming his guitar)
I’ll start it babies
Hold tight, boys
What was that first line again?
Yeah, that’s right
Here go. One, two, three, hey)

[Verse 1]
Sittin’ on the floor, Indian style
Waitin’ for my gin to hit me
Mama say a prayer for her bad child
Waitin’ for my gin to hit me
Well here it come, just like I knew it would
A warm feelin’ that make me feel good
Layin’ on my back, no pilla’ for my head
Jus’ waitin’ for my gin to hit me
Oh, I can’t see till I’m half dead
‘Cause I’m waitin’ for my gin to hit me
(Y’all want another one?
Here we go
From the top
Say, one, two, three...
Four bars and we go like...
Stayin’ out of meter all the time
Here go, boys)

[Verse 2]
Well, sittin’ on the floor, Indian style
Waitin’ for my gin to hit me
Mama sayin’ prayers for her best child
Waitin’ for my gin to hit me
[well, here it comes {damaged tape suggests a missing section of tape contained the] Just like I knew it would
A warm feelin’ that mpake me feel good
Layin’ on my back, no pilla’ for my head
Jus’ waitin’ for my gin to hit me
I said don’t bury me until I’m dead
‘Cause I’m a-waitin’ for my gin to hit me

(Hang on, sons)

[Verse 3]
Lord, I can’t see till I get half blind
Waitin’ for my gin to hit me
Whoa a-hurtin’ like this here’s a slow way of dying
Waitin’ for my gin to hit me
I got pain on the run and I’m free again
My woman got cold, but never my gin
Layin’ on my back, no pilla’ for my head
I’m a-waitin’ for my gin to hit me
I said, now don’t ya bury me until I’m dead
‘Cause I’m a-waitin’ for my gin to hit me
Lord, waitin’ for my gin to hit me
(Take it out boys)
Waitin’ for my gin to hit me (unintelligible)
Waitin’ for my gin to hit me (unintelligible)
Hey! Will it ever hit me?