Listen to The Dying Crapshooter Blues song with lyrics from Moriarty

The Dying Crapshooter Blues

Moriarty14 Oct 2013

The Dying Crapshooter Blues Lyrics

The Dying Crapshooter Blues - Moriarty

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Little jesse was a gambler night and day

And he used crooked cards and dice

 

He was a son of guy good hearted but he had no soul

Jesse's heart was hard and cold like ice

 

Jesse was a wild reckless gambler

 

He won a gang of change

Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain

 

Jesse began to spend and loose his money

He began to be blue sad and all alone

 

What broke jesse's heart while he

Was blue and all alone

Sweet lorena packed up and gone

 

And the police walked up

And they shot my friend jesse down boy

 

He got to die someday

 

He had a gang gang and gamblers at his bedside

 

And here are the words he had to say

 

I guess I ought to know

 

Exactly how I want 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 buddy

I want eight men coming back

 

I want a gang of gamblers

Gathered 'round my coffin side

 

Crooked card printed on my hearse

 

My life has been a doggone curse

 

Well well well well

Send poker players to the graveyard buddy

 

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 fourty times

Put a pair of dice in my shoes what else

 

Let a deck of cards be my tombstone buddy

I got the dying crapshooter

 

Sixteen real good crapshooters

 

Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song

 

I want sixteen racket men gambling

 

Couple tend bar while I'm rollin' along

 

He wanted twenty two womens outta the hampton hotel

He wanted twenty six off a south bell

 

He wanted twenty nine women outta north atlanta

Know little jesse didn't pass out so swell

 

Well his heart was aching and his head was thumping

Little jesse went down bouncin' and jumping

 

Folks don't be standing 'round ol' jesse dying

He wants everybody to do

The charleston whiles he gone

 

One foot up and a toenail dragging

 

Throw my friend jesse in the hoodoo wagon

 

Come here mama with that can of booze

I got the dying crapshooter's blues

 

This mama time

 

The dying crapshooter's blues

One more time

 

The dying crapshooter

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