THOSE GAMBLER’S BLUES
As recorded by Jimmie Rodgers, 1930 (Victor 22554)

Oh, oh, hey, hey—hey, ho, hey.

It was down in Big Kid’s barroom, on a corner beyond the square.
Ev’rybody drinking liquor; the regular crowd was there.

I walked out on the sidewalk, began walking around.
I looked ev’rywhere I thought she’d be, but my baby couldn’t be found.

I passed by the big infirm’ry; I heard my sweetheart moan.
Gee, it hurts me to see you here, ‘cause, you know, you used to be my own.

I goes on out to see the doctor; “Your gal is low,” he said.
I went back to see my baby; good God, she was lying there dead!

Hey, ho, ho, ho; hoo woo-hoo, woo.
Hey, hey, ho, ho, ho, hey, ho, hey.

So I strode on back to the barroom; I drank good whiskey till night,
‘Cause it hurt me so to see my gal lying there so cold, so white.

She’s gone; she’s gone, God bless her; she’s mine wherever she may be.
She has rambled this wide world over, but she never found a pal like me.

Sixteen coal-black horses, all hitched up in line.
In that pretty buggy she’s riding; goodbye, old gal of mine.