Mat D and the Profane Saints - Gambling, Girls and Guns | Текст песни

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A murder ballad inspired by the gamblers, womanizers and murderers of the Old West
lyrics
Old Black Jack was my only friend
back home in junction town
and three card stud it's in my blood
come lay your money down
my father was the rambling kind
my mother she died young
so he taught me all I need to know
about Gambling Girls and Guns...
about Gambling Girls and Guns

A darkened room twelve hours from noon
she showed the world to me
I paid that lass two bits of lead the night I set her free
I drift from place to place since them
I live life on the run
I make my way from day to day off
Gambling, Girls and Guns, Lord
off Gambling, Girls and Guns

They damned near took me down last spring outside of Monterrey
I fought them all until they fell but I barely got away
the law came busting in that night a dozen men to one
but I killed those bastards in the name of
Gambling, Girls and Guns Lord...
of Gambling, Girls and Guns

They left me weak my lucks run short
hell, there's nothing left to do
but pay some whore to lay with me before this night is through
one just the kind I used to find
when I was wild and young
I'll teach mademoiselle a thing or two
about Gambling , Girls and Guns Lord...
about Gambling, Girls and Guns

A darkened room twelve hours from noon
just like it was before
the world spun black before my listless body hit the floor
she slit my throat and watched me die
oh, my rambling days are done!
but now I fear I'm bound by sin to all the
Gambling, Girls and Guns Lord...
to the Gambling, Girls and Guns

My father was the rambling kind
my mother she died young
and by God's grace I'd see her face
but old Daddy done me wrong...
The devil made a place for me
it's hotter than the sun...

It's just as well
to burn in hell
for all the Gambling, Girls and Guns Lord...
for the Gambling, Girls and Guns.
credits
from Holyoke, released 04 March 2014
copyright 2014 Mat D and the Profane Saints
Mary Moe / Music Works

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