Gamblers Blues

I went down to Old Joe's Barroom, on the corner by the square
He was serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there

To my right was old Joe McKennedy, his eyes were bloodshot red
I gathered the gang around me, these were the very words I said

I went down to St. James Infirmary, my Baby was there
Laid out on a long white table, so young so cold so fair

(Chorus) Let him go let him go God Bless him
And wherever he may be
You can search this wide world over
Never find a true love like me

Sixteen coal black horses, hitched to a rubber tired hack
Seven men going to the graveyard, only six coming back

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When I die won't you bury me, in my high crown Stetson hat
Put a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch-chain, so all the boys know I died standing pat

I want six crap shooters as my pallbearers, and a chorus girl to sing me a song
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon, we'll raise some hell as we roll along

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Now that you've heard my story, I'll take another shot of booze
If anyone here should ask me, I've got them Gamblers Blues

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Never find a true love like me