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130 - AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
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THE GAMBLER
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My father was a gambler, he learnt me how to play, My father was a gambler, he learnt me how to play, Saying, "Son, don't go a-begging when you hold the ace and tray, When you hold the ace and tray."
Hang me, 0 hang me, and I'll be dead and gone, Hang me, 0 hang me, and I'll be dead and gone, I wouldn't mind the harigin', it's bein' gone so long, It's layin' in my grave so long.
They took me dowri to old Fort Smith as sick as I
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They took me down to old Fort Smith as sick as I
could be, They handed me a letter saying, "Son, come home to me," i
Saying, "Son, come home to me." »fi
My father and my mother and my little sister, makes -
three, /
My father and my mother and my little sister makes
three, They all came up to the gallows to see the last of me. To see the last of me. |
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