Vagabond Gambler
Wake up in the morning and again my head is sore
I have to stop the whisky drinking from the night before
I have so many sorrows that needing to be drowned
The trouble is with sorrows they somehow come back around
I don't expect any sympathy; all I really need is to be left be
Evert street I walk there are mad men on my tail
They're all out to kill me or to put me in the jail
I'll tell you there are surely better ways to live a life
I really should stop stealing other fella's wives
I don't expect any sympathy; all I really need is to be left be
SOLO
I have pillaged I have plundered I have promised I have sworn
I have kissed a thousand women I have broken many homes
I have gambled every table from east out to the west
And I never left a gambling hall where house didn't come off best
I don't expect any sympathy; all I really need is to be left be
SOLO
I'm sure the day will come when they will lay me down to rest
They'll say here lies a man who wasn't rich, fulfilled or blessed
They won't say he was handsome, he was honest he was brave
I see a thousand hurting souls' dancing on my grave
I don't expect any sympathy; all I really need is to be left be
SOLO
I have to stop the whisky drinking from the night before
I have so many sorrows that needing to be drowned
The trouble is with sorrows they somehow come back around
I don't expect any sympathy; all I really need is to be left be
Evert street I walk there are mad men on my tail
They're all out to kill me or to put me in the jail
I'll tell you there are surely better ways to live a life
I really should stop stealing other fella's wives
I don't expect any sympathy; all I really need is to be left be
SOLO
I have pillaged I have plundered I have promised I have sworn
I have kissed a thousand women I have broken many homes
I have gambled every table from east out to the west
And I never left a gambling hall where house didn't come off best
I don't expect any sympathy; all I really need is to be left be
SOLO
I'm sure the day will come when they will lay me down to rest
They'll say here lies a man who wasn't rich, fulfilled or blessed
They won't say he was handsome, he was honest he was brave
I see a thousand hurting souls' dancing on my grave
I don't expect any sympathy; all I really need is to be left be
SOLO
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Writer(s): Francis James Lamb
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