The Roving Gambler (from "Sing Out, Sweet Land!")

The Roving Gambler - Burt Ives

I am a roving gambler

I've gambled all around

When ever I see a deck of cards

I lay my money down

I've gambled in Saint Luis

I've gambled over in Spain

I'm an my way to New Orleans

To noked down my last game

I'm I've been in Saint Luis

Or many more day's we three

When I fell in love with a pretty little girl

And she fell in love with me

She took me in her parlor

She cooled me with a fan

She whispered low in her mother's ear

I love that gambling man

Oh daughter oh dear daughter

How could you treat me so

To live your dear old mother

And with the gambler drove

Oh mother oh dear mother

You know my love you were

But the love by hole

But there's gambling man

Know human heart can tell

I olden marry of farmer

His always in the rain

The man I walked in the gambling man

That were's the be gold chain

Oh mother oh dear mother

I'll tell you if I can

If you ever see me coming back again

It'll be with a gambling man

It'll be with a gambling man