Rovin' Gambler
I am the rovin' gambler, I've gambled all around
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards
I lay my money down
Lay my money down, lay my money down
I had not been in Frisco many more weeks than three
Yeah, I met up with a pretty little girl
She fell in love with me
Fell in love with me, fell in love with me
She took me in her parlor, she cooled me with her fan
Whispered low in her mother's ear
"I love the gamblin' man"
Love the gamblin man, love the gamblin' man
Daughter, oh dear daughter, how can you treat me so
Leave your dear old mother and with the gambler go
With the gambler go, with the gambler go
I left her in Frisco and I wound up in Maine
I met up with a poker player and got in a poker game
Got in a poker game, got in a poker game
He put his money in the pot and dealt the cards around
I saw him deal from the bottom of the deck
Shot the gambler down
Shot the gambler down, shot the gambler down
Now I'm down in prison, got a number for my name
The warden slammed the door and said "You've gambled your last game"
Gambled your last game, gambled your last game
Gambled your last game, gambled your last game
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards
I lay my money down
Lay my money down, lay my money down
I had not been in Frisco many more weeks than three
Yeah, I met up with a pretty little girl
She fell in love with me
Fell in love with me, fell in love with me
She took me in her parlor, she cooled me with her fan
Whispered low in her mother's ear
"I love the gamblin' man"
Love the gamblin man, love the gamblin' man
Daughter, oh dear daughter, how can you treat me so
Leave your dear old mother and with the gambler go
With the gambler go, with the gambler go
I left her in Frisco and I wound up in Maine
I met up with a poker player and got in a poker game
Got in a poker game, got in a poker game
He put his money in the pot and dealt the cards around
I saw him deal from the bottom of the deck
Shot the gambler down
Shot the gambler down, shot the gambler down
Now I'm down in prison, got a number for my name
The warden slammed the door and said "You've gambled your last game"
Gambled your last game, gambled your last game
Gambled your last game, gambled your last game
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Writer(s): Dierks Bentley, Jon Randall, Trad
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