THE GAMBLER (2)

My father was a gambler, he learnt me how to play,
My father was a gambler, he learnt me how to play,
Saying, "Son, don't go a-begging when you hold the ace and tray,
When you hold the ace and tray."

Hang me, O hang me, and I'll be dead and gone,
Hang me, O hang me, and I'll be dead end gone,
I wouldn't mind the hangin', it's bein' gone so long,
It's layin' in my grave so long.

They took me down to old Fort Smith as sick as I could be,
They took me down to old Fort Smith as sick as l could be,
They handed me a letter saying, "Son, come home to me,"
Saying, "Son, come home to me."

My father and my mother and my little sister makes three,
My father and my mother and my little sister makes three,
They all came up to the gallows to see the last of me.
To see the last of me.

They put the rope around my neck and drew me very high
They put the rope around my neck and drew me very high
And the words I heard saying was, "It won't be long till he'll die
It won't be long till he'll die.

@gambler @death @outlaw
from Louise Pound, "American Ballads and Songs"
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