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    "Dying Crapshooter's Blues" Lyrics

    Alan Lomax feat. Blind Willie McTell

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    Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day
    He used crooked cards and dice
    Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soul
    Heart was hard and cold like ice

    Jesse was a wild reckless gambler
    Won a gang of change
    Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain
    Began to spend a-loose his money
    Began to be blue, sad and all alone
    His heart had even turned to stone

    What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone
    Sweet Lorena packed up and gone
    Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down
    Boys i got to die today

    He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside
    Here are the words he had to say

    Guess I ought to know
    Exactly how I wants to go
    (How you wanna go, Jesse?)

    Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers
    Let 'em be veiled down in black
    I want nine men going to the graveyard, bubba
    And eight men comin back

    I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
    Crooked card printed on my hearse
    Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me
    My life been a doggone curse

    Send poker players to the graveyard
    Dig my grave with the ace of spades
    I want twelve polices in my funeral march
    High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade

    I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times
    Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)
    Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
    I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues

    Sixteen real good crapshooters
    Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song
    Sixteen racket men gamblin'
    Couple tend bar while i'm rollin' along

    He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
    26 off-a South Bell
    29 women outta North Atlanta
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Willie Mctell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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