Two Gallants
Two Gallants - Dyin' Crap Shooter Blues lyrics
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Well now Jesse was a gambler night and day he used crooked cards and dice son of a guy, good-hearted he but had no soul his heart was hard and cold like ice Jesse was a wild reckless gambler the one game he could not win Sweet Lorena 'outta north atlanta she done stole his heart from him and she was married to a rich man with a house on a hill but Jesse had to see her still so come the shadows of night he came around and he cut the old man down broke his heart left him cold out alone Sweet Lorena packed up and gone and the police walked up and shot my friend down said "Boys, I gotta die today" he had eight crapshooters around his bedside to hear the words he had to say "guess I 'otta know exactly hows I wanna to go" how you wanna go 'ole Jesse? eight crapshooter to be my pallbearers let 'em all be bailed down in black I want nine men going to the graveyard, buddy but just eight men are coming back I want gamblers gathered around my coffin side, a crooked card upon my hearse don't say the crapshooters are allowed to grieve over me that there doggone curse water my grave with some moonshine now dig it with the ace of spades I want 12 polices in my funeral march high sheriff 'bout to led the parade I want that judge who jailed me 14 times to put a, a pair of dice in my shoes let a deck of cards be my tombstone buddy, I got the dyin' crapshooters blues 16 real good crapshooters 16 bootlegger there to sing songs 16 hobos off the casey line to kick up dust while im rollin' along (all the hoes that I used to know from way before kiss me from my head to my toes give me paper and pen so I can write about my life of sin couple bottles of gin in case i don't get in) or (I want 22 women at the hampton hotel and 26 off-a South Bell but just 1 woman 'outta north atlanta to give me pleasure 'fore i gets to hell) well his head was achin' his heart was thumpin Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin' said, "folks don't be standin around moanin' and cryin" he wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies one foot up and a toenail draggin' throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon come here mama with your can of booze dyin' crapshooter's blues (help me) the dyin' crapshooter's blues goin down with the dyin' crapshooter's blues