Another Man

If you are a gambling woman, won’t you place your mark on me
For I’m bound to find my way back home to the hills of Tennessee New Orleans ain’t no place for lovin’ cause the water ain’t so clean You drink too much, before too long you’ll find you’re living lean.
So grab your keepsakes, and grab you bible and join me for the ride, ‘Cause the good Lord knows I sure could use a woman by my side.
She said I am a gambling woman, and the odds may favor you
But I ain’t going no place yet, I’ve still a lot to do.
Living lean, it suits me fine, and the crescent’s on my heart
There’s drumming down in Jackson Square, the parade’s about to start. Below the sea may be no place for a highlander like you
But another works down at the docks, he said his heart is true.
Another man, another man. Is no place free of sin?
Well it’s 2 a.m. and lonely down on Frenchman Street again.
I pawned off my old guitar instead to hold a gun
The bullets on the dash rolled loose, glistening in the sun The drive to Venice should have taken half a day
But I had made my mind up that someone had to pay See I’d bet my heart on her, and the war in me began The moment that I realized she loved another man.
Another man, another man. Is no place free of sin?
Well it’s 2 a.m. and lonely down on Frenchman Street again.
Well I guess he’d listened closely for that quitting bell to ring And after work he bum a ride on back up to New Orleans.
She was tending bar that night at a new place on Toulouse
But he’d have no change to spare after paying them union dues. A quick stop in Port Sulfur, I set a gift before his eyes
I sat eyes closed in my car, my wallet by my side
Well he reached in quick, snatched it up, too slow to realize He’d seen my face before somewhere, standing by her side. He set back down the wallet as I quickly flashed my gun Then slowly fed each chamber as he turned around to run Trapped by swamp and water, there was no place to hide
As I dropped him to the ground, a picture fell out by his side.
Another man, another man. Is no place free of sin? Well it’s 2 am and lonely done no matter where I am.
Well the courtroom had no family with venom in their eyes
Just a pretty young girl sitting there, she hung her head and cried. The bailiff said he’d raised her from a babe to 6 years old
She’d never known her mama and now she’s got no home.
Another man, another man, now that man is me. It’s 2 am and lonely in this penitentiary.