Two Gallants - Dyin' Crapshooter Blues lyrics

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Well now Jesse was a gambler<br />

Night and day<br />

He used crooked cards and dice<br />

Son of a guy, good-hearted<br />

He but had no soul<br />

His heart was hard and cold like ice<br />

Jesse was a wild reckless gambler<br />

The one game he could not win<br />

Sweet Lorena 'outta north atlanta<br />

She done stole his heart from him<br />

And she was married to a rich man<br />

With a house on a hill<br />

But Jesse had to see her still<br />

So come the shadows of night<br />

He came around<br />

And he cut the old man down<br />

Broke his heart<br />

Left him cold out alone<br />

Sweet Lorena packed up and gone<br />

And the police walked up<br />

And shot my friend down<br />

Said "Boys, I gotta die today"<br />

He had eight crapshooters<br />

Around his bedside<br />

To hear the words he had to say<br />

"guess I 'otta know exactly hows I wanna to go"<br />

How you wanna go 'ole Jesse?<br />

Eight crapshooter to be my pallbearers<br />

Let 'em all be bailed down in black<br />

I want nine men<br />

Going to the graveyard, buddy<br />

But just eight men are coming back<br />

I want gamblers<br />

Gathered around my coffin side, <br />

A crooked card upon my hearse<br />

Don't say the crapshooters<br />

Are allowed to grieve over me<br />

That there doggone curse<br />

Water my grave with some moonshine<br />

Now dig it with the ace of spades<br />

I want 12 polices in my funeral march<br />

High sheriff 'bout to led the parade<br />

I want that judge who jailed me<br />

14 times to put a, <br />

A pair of dice in my shoes<br />

Let a deck of cards be my tombstone buddy, <br />

I got the dyin' crapshooters blues<br />

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16 real good crapshooters<br />

16 bootlegger there to sing songs<br />

16 hobos off the casey line<br />

To kick up dust while I'm rollin' along<br />

(All the hoes<br />

That I used to know<br />

From way before<br />

Kiss me from my head to my toes<br />

Give me paper and pen<br />

So I can write about my life of sin couple bottles of gin<br />

In case I don't get in)<br />

Or<br />

(I want 22 women at the hampton hotel<br />

And 26 off-a South Bell<br />

But just 1 woman 'outta north atlanta<br />

To give me pleasure 'fore I gets to hell)<br />

Well his head was achin'<br />

His heart was thumpin<br />

Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin' said, <br />

"folks don't be standin around moanin' and cryin"<br />

He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies<br />

One foot up and a toenail draggin'<br />

Throw my buddy Jesse<br />

In the hoodoo wagon<br />

Come here mama<br />

With your can of booze<br />

Dyin' crapshooter's blues (help me)<br />

The dyin' crapshooter's blues<br />

Goin down with the dyin' crapshooter's blues