Line-up:

Drums: Charlie Watts
Bass: Keith Richards
Rhythm electric guitars: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards
Lead electric guitars: Keith Richards
Lead vocal: Mick Jagger
Background vocals: Keith Richards, Ron Wood & Billy Preston
Pianos: Keith Richards, Ron Wood & Billy Preston
Percussion (incl. cowbell): Ollie Brown
 

Well you're crazy, mama, with your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun, your blown out brains, yeah

You can scandalize me, scorn my name
You can steal my money and that don't mean a doggone thing

Cause if you really think you can push it
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet

You're crazy, mama
Ah yeah

Well your old time religion is just superstition
You're going to pay high prices for your sacrifices, ah yeah

All your blood and thunder sure can't faze me none
If you're going to keep on coming, I'm going to take it all head on

And if you don't believe I'm going to do it
Just wait till you all get hit by (for the thud of) that bullet

I'm coming to get you, boy

Don't think I ain't thought about it, it sure make my shackles rise
Cold bloody murder make me want to draw the line, yeah

Well you're crazy, mother, with your ball and chain
You're plain psychotic, plain insane

You're crazy, mother
Yeah
 

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