Bob Dylan - Rambling, Gambling Willie Lyrics
Come around you rovin gamblers and a story I will tellAbout the greatest gambler, you all should know him well.His name was will o conley and he gambled all his life,He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife.And its ride, willie, ride,Roll, willie, roll,Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.He gambled in the white house and in the railroad yards,Wherever there was people, there was willie and his cards.He had a reputation as the gamblinest man around,Wives would keep their husbands home when willie came to town.And its ride, willie, ride,Roll, willie, roll,Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.Sailin down the mississippi to a town called new orleans,Theyre still talkin about their card game on that jackson river queen.Ive come to win some money, gamblin willie says,When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his.And its ride, willie, ride,Roll, willie, roll,Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.Up in the rocky mountains in a town called cripple creek,There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week.Nine hundred miners had laid their money down,When willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town.And its ride, willie, ride,Roll, willie, roll,Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.But willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true,He supported all his children, and all their mothers too.He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore,He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor.And its ride, willie, ride,Roll, willie, roll,Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.When you played your cards with willie, you never really knewWhether he was bluffin or whether he was true.He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair.The man, he left a diamond flush, willie didnt even have a pair.And its ride, willie, ride,Roll, willie, roll,Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.It was late one evenin during a poker game,A man lost all his money, he said willie was to blame.He shot poor willie through the head, which was a tragic fate,When willies cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights.And its ride, willie, ride,Roll, willie, roll,Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.So all you rovin gamblers, wherever you might be,The moral of this story is very plain to see.Make your money while you can, before you have to stop,For when you pull that dead mans hand, your gamblin days are up.And its ride, willie, ride,Roll, willie, roll,Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
