Gamblin' Man

I have known friends the got the gambling bug and caused a lot of heart ache.

Gamblin Man
-When the sun comes up tomorrow and dries up all of this rain
Just a bottle of Jack and this old guitar, gonna take away all of this pain
I lost all of my possessions in a Georgia poker game
My house, my wife, my kids, my dog, ain’t nothing left to my name
Chorus:
Whiskey sing my sorrow down on Peachtree Street
There ain’t no tomorrow for a Gamblin Man, like me

-Every day is just like a Monday when you got the blues
Sleeping on stones under bridges alone with nothing left to lose
Lord send me down an angel, I’m down on bended knee
I’ve done all I can to be a good man but the devil’s got a hold on me.

Chorus:
Whiskey sing my sorrow down on Peachtree Street
There ain’t no tomorrow, for a Gamblin Man, like me