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Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Blind Willie McTell2012年10月23日

Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues 歌詞

Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues - Blind Willie McTell

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 fourteen 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 Twenty-two womens outta the Hampton Hotel

 

Twenty-six off a South Bell

 

Twenty-nine women outta North Atlanta

 

Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell

 

His head was achin' heart was thumpin'

 

Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin'

 

Folks don't be standin' around ole Jesse cryin'

 

He wants everybody to do the Charleston

Whilst he dyin'

 

One foot up a toenail dragging

 

Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon

 

Come here mama with that can of booze

 

The dyin crapshooter's leavin' the world

 

The dyin' crapshooter's goin' down slow

 

 

With the dyin' crapshooter's blues