Gamblin’ Man
I heard you’ve been drinking
Living life on the run, you’re under the gun
Let it sink in
Magic hat #9, a bottle of wine
No more love in her eyes
I sold what you gave me
Ain’t living that way, a debt you can’t pay
sh** don't faze me
Been through hell you don't dare, this cross that I bear
No more flowers in her hair
Play your hand and I will play the fool
With your sad guitar come back and sing me those blues,
Understand
That you're just a gambling man
Your game's getting tired
Looking sixty years old, your broken down soul
Walking wires
In spite of your fear, my blood sweat and tears
No more flowers in her hair
Play your hand and I will play the fool
With your sad guitar come back and sing me those blues,
Understand
That you're just a gambling man
In the morning I’ll wake up alone
Punching my fists through the gla**
But you’re cutting me more than you’ll ever know
And you know, for you I’ll take that blow
Come back and play your hand and I will play the fool
Bring back that sad guitar won’t you sing me those blues,
Understand
That you're just a gambling man
Still I stand with my heart in your hand
You’re a gambling man