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I am a roving gambler', I've gambled all around
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards, I lay my money down
Lay my money down
Lay my money down
I had not been in Washington many more weeks than three
When I feel in love with a pretty little girl, she fell in love with
me
Fell in love with me
Fell in love with me
She took me in her parlor, she cooled me with her fan
And whispered low in her mother's ear "I love this gamblin' man"
Love this gamblin' man
Love this gamblin' man
Daughter oh dear daughter, why do you grieve me so
to leave your dear old mother and with this gambler go
With this gambler go
With this gambler go
Mother oh dear mother you know I love you well
But the love I have for the gamblin' man no human tongue can tell
No human tongue can tell
No human tongue can tell
I've gambled up in Washington, gambled down in Spain
Now I'm goin' back to Georgia to gamble my last game
Gamble my last game
Gamble my last game
Jack o' diamonds
Jack o' diamonds
I know you of old
You rob my poor pockets of silver and gold
Oh whisky, villain
You been my downfall
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me
But I love you for all
Oh molly, oh molly
For your sake alone
Gotta leave my old parents
My house and my home
Gotta leave my old parents
you called me to roam
I'm an old rebel soldier and Dixie's my home
Jack o' diamonds
Jack o' diamonds
I know you of old
You rob my poor pockets of silver and gold
My foot's in my stirrup
My bridle's in my hand
I'm a goin' to leave Molly
The fairest in the land
Her parents don't like me
They say I'm too poor
They say I'm unworthy to enter her door
They say I drink whiskey
My money is my own
And them that don't like me can leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry
Drink when I'm dry
And when I get thirsty I'll lay down and cry
Jack o' diamonds
Jack o' diamonds
I know you of old
You rob my poor pockets of silver and gold
I'll build me a castle
On yon mountain high
Where my true love can see me
When she comes ridin' by
Where my true love can see me
And help me to mourn
I'm an old rebel soldier and Dixie's my home
I'll get up in my saddle
My quird in my hand
I'll think of you Molly
When in some distant land
I'll think of you Molly
You called me to roam
I'm an old rebel soldier and Dixie's my home
Jack o' diamonds
Jack o' diamonds
I know you of old
You rob my poor pockets of silver and gold
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
Come along boys and listen to my tale
Tell you of my trouble on the old Chisholm trail
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
Well I started up the trail October 23rd
Started up the trail with a big Yew herd
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
Woke up one morning on the old Chisholm trail
A rope in my hand and a cow by the tail
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
Now old Bim Boats is a blame good boss
He go to court the gals on a soal back hoss
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
Well its a beans and a bacon everday
I'll soon be eatin' that prairie hay
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
Well its cloudy in the west lookin' like rain
My derned old slickers in the wagon agin
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
Well I jumped in the saddle I grabbed the horn
The best dern cowboy that ever was born
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
Well I went to the boss to draw my roll
He had me figured out forty dollars in the hole
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
So I'll sell my outfit as fast as I can
I won't punch cattle for no derned man
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
With my knees in the saddle my seat in the sky
Quit punchin cattle in the suite by and by
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah yippy yeah
Come a ti yi yippy yippy yeah
There was blood on the saddle
And blood all around
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground
A cowboy lay in it
All covered with gore
And he never will ride
Any broncos no more
Oh pity the cowboy
All bloody and red
For the bronco fell on him
And mashed in his head
Oh pity the cowboy
All bloody and red
For the bronco fell on him
And mashed in his head
Black Jack David come a ridin' through the woods
Singin' so loud and gaily
Made the green hill around him sing
As he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady
How old are you my pretty little miss
How old are you my lady
She answered him with a "Hee hee hee"
I'll be sixteen next Sunday
I'll be sixteen next Sunday
She put on her high heeled boots
Made of Spanish leather
She mounted on a coal black horse
And they both rode away together
They both rode away together
Yes I'll forsake my old landlord
I'll forsake my baby
I'll forsake my husband true
And go with Black Jack David
And go with Black Jack David
Well they rode and rode
And as they rode she thought of her baby
She gave up all so she could go
And be with Black Jack David
And be with Black Jack David
Last night I slept on a warm feather bed
Beside my husband and baby
Tonight I'll sleep on the cold cold ground
And be with Black Jack David
And be with Black Jack David
You may look at that picture with wonderin' eye
And then at the arrow that's hangin' close by
Sayin' tell me a story yes there's one I know
Of a horse I once owned down in New Mexico
He was swift as a antelope and black as a crow
With a star on his forehead as white as the snow
His hair was like a lady's was glossy and fine
He was mean, he was devilish yet gentle and kind
His arched neck was hidden with a long flowing mane
And I called him Patonia, the pride of the plain
The country was new then and settlers were scarce
The indians on the warpath were savage and fierce
Scouts were sent out every day from the post
But they never came back so we knew they were lost
My captain was a sayin that someone must go
For help to the border of New Mexico
A dozen brave fellows straight way answered here
But the captain he saw me I was standin very near
Patonia was with me his nose in my hand
Said the captain "Your horse is the best in the land"
You're good for this ride, you're the lightest man here
And on the back of that mustang you have nothing to fear
"I'm proud of my horse" I answered you know
Patonia and I are both willing to go
They all shook my hand and I mounted his back
Down the black pathway I gave him his slack
For eighty long miles o'er the plains we must go
For help to the border of New Mexico
The black struck a trot and he kept it all night
Till just as the east was beginning to light
When back from behind us we heard a fierce yell
And we knew that the Indians were ridin' our trail
I rose up and jingled the bells on his reigns
I stroked his neck softly and called him by name
He answered the touch with a toss of his head
And his black body lengthened as onward he sped
We were leavin' the Indians it was only too plain
When in my left leg I felt a sharp pain
The blood red and flowing gushed from Pat's side
But he never once shortened his powerful stride
Patonia poor fellow I knew he was hurt
But still he dashed onward and on to the fort
By good care Patonia and I were soon well
Of his death long years after I'll not be here to tell
You may look at that arrow that hangs on the wall
I was shot through the leg boot stirrup and all
Of many fine horses I've since drawn the reigns
But none like Patonia the pride of the plains
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen
Wrapped up in white linen and as cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
Got shot in the breast and I know I must die
Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the death march as you carry me along
Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong
I was once in the saddle, I used to go dashin
Once in the saddle I used to go gay
First started top drinkin' then started card playin'
Got shot in the breast and you see where I lie
Go bring me a cup, a cup of cool water
To cool my parched lips then the poor cowboy said
But when I returned his spirit had left him
Had gone to his maker the cowboy was dead
We beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
And bitterly wept as we pulled him along
For we all loved our comrades so brave and so handsome
We loved our young cowboy although he done wrong
Well I remember one September on a Friday night
Staggerly and Billy Lion had a big fight cryin'
When you lose your money learn to lose
Oh Billy Lion shot six bit Staggerly bet that he'd pass
Staggerly out with his 45 said you done bet your last
When you lose your money learn to lose
Well a woman come a runnin' she fell down on her knees
Cryin old Mr. Staggerly don't shoot my brother please
When you lose your money learn to lose
It was way down in the gambling hall fightin' on the floor
Old Staggerly pulled the trigger of that smokin' 44
When you lose your money learn to lose
Well you talk about some gamblers you shoulda seen old Richard
Lee
He bet a thousand dollars then he'd come out on a tree
When you lose your money learn to lose
Oh Billy Lion said to Staggerly don't take my life
I got two little babies and a darlin' lovin' wife
When you lose your money learn to lose
Now what do I care about your little babies your darlin' lovin'
wife
Boy you done took my Stetson hat and I'm bound to take your life
When you lose your money learn to lose
Now gentlemen of the jury what do you think about that
Old Staggerly killed Billy Lion bout a five dollar Stetson hat
When you lose your money learn to lose
Well the judge said Mr. Staggerly ol' Mr. Staggerly
I'm going lock your body up and set your spirit free
When you lose your money learn to lose
When you lose your money learn to lose
Bell Star is a rider wild broncos she breaks
But she promised to quit it just for my sake
She ties up one foot in the saddle puts on
With a swing and jump is mounted and gone
The first time I met her was early one spring
Riding a bronco a high-headed thing
She tipped me a wink as she gaily did go
For she wished me to look at her buckin' bronco
Whoopy ti di eye aye do di aye do de eye do
Whoopy ti aye and a tiddly eye oh
The next time I seen her was late in the fall
Swingin all night down at Tomlison's hall
She laughed as she talked as we dance to and fro
Promised she never ride another bronco
I made her some presents among them a ring
The return that she made was a far better thing
Twas a young maidens heart I would have you to know
I told her to quit ridin' buckin' broncos
Whoopy ti di eye aye do di iddly aye de aye do
Whoopy ti aye and a tiddly eye oh
My love has gun and that gun she can use
But she's quit her gungfightin' as well as her booze
And she's sold off her saddle her gun and her rope
No more gunfightin' at least that's what I hope
Now all you young cowboys where ere you reside
Beware of the gal when she swings the rawhide
You'll court her and pet her and off she will go
Up the trail anytime there's a buckin' bronco
Woopy eye ti yi eye do
Sam Bass was born in Indiana it was his native home
And at the age of seventeen young Sam began to roam
He first came out to Texas a cowboy for to be
A kinder hearted fellow you will seldom ever see
Sam used to deal in race stock one called the Deiton Mare
He matched her in scrub races and took her to the fair
Sam used to coin the money and spend it just as free
He always drank good whiskey wherever he may be
Ol Sam left the Collins ranch twas in the month of May
With a herd of Texas cattle the Black Hills for to see
Sold out in Custer City and then got on a spree
A harder set of cowboys you will seldom ever see
On their way back to Texas they robbed the UP train
And then split up in couples and started out again
Joe Collins and his partner were overtaken soon
With all their hard earned seems they had to meet their doom
Sam met his fate at Roundrock July the 21st
They pierced poor Sam with rifle balls and emptied out his purse
Poor Sam is a corpse now and six feet under clay
And Jackson's in the bushes a tryin' to get away
Jim had borrowed Sam's good gold and didn't want to pay
The only shot he saw was to give poor Sam away
He sold out Sam in Barnesdon and left their friends to mourn
Oh what a scorchin' Jim will get when Gabriel blows his horn
John Hardy was a brave and a desparated boy
Said he carried two guns every day
Shot his man in the Shawnee camp
And I saw John Hardy get away poor boy
Saw John Hardy get away
John Hardy was a standin' drinkin' by the bar
He was unconcerned with the game
When a pretty gal threw down fifty cents and said
Deal John Hardy in the game poor boy
Deal John Hardy in the game
Spoken:
Now John Hardy stepped up with the money in his hand
Said boys I've got the money to play
And the man that wins this pretty gals money
I've got the powder to blow him away poor boy
Powder to blow him away
The cards they was dealt and the money on the board
Dave Campbell won that twenty dollar bill
John Hardy drew his pistols and he took sure aim and fire
And he caused Dave Campbell's brains to spill poor boy
Caused Dave Campbell's brains to spill
John Hardy had twelve long miles to go
Six of them he ran
Ran till he came to the white river's bank
then he fell on his bosom and he swam poor boy
Fell on his bosom and he swam
John Hardy came in that long lone town
Where he thought he'd be out of the way
But the Marshall stepped up and took him by the hand
Johnny come along with me poor boy
John Hardy come along with me
John Hardy was a standin' in his cold prison cell
With a tear streamin' down his eyes
Said its been the death of many a poor boy
Now I'm ready to die good lord lord lord
Now I'm ready to die lord lord
Spoken:
They took John Hardy to the buryin' ground
They took him there for to die
And the very last words John Hardy ever said
My 45 had never told a lie poor boy
My 45 had never told a lie
John Hardy was a brave and a desparated boy
Said he carried two guns every day
Shot his man in the Shawnee camp
And I saw John Hardy get away poor boy
Saw John Hardy get away
You have read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died
If you still are in need of something to read
here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal and how those who squeal are usually found
dying or dead
There are lots of them truths to their reps
They are not so merciless as that
But they have their little flaws
They hate all the laws
The spotters still pichin their rats
They say they are killers
Heartless and mean
But I say this with pride
That I once knew old Clyde and rode by his side
He was honest and upright and clean
But the law fooled
around
Kept tracking him down
And locking him up in a cell
Till he said to me I will never be free
So I'll meet a few of them down below
If a marshall is killed in old Dallas town
And they have no clues for a guide
To bring the case to an end they'll pin it on a friend
Or hang it on Bonnie and Clyde
Two crimes have been done in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob
For they had no plan in Lindberghs kidnapping demand
Or the Kansas City depot job
A newsboy said to his buddy one day
I wish old Clyde would get jumped
In these awful hard times we might make a few dimes
If five or six more laws got bumped
The police aint got the report yet
Clyde sent it by wireless today
We've got a peace flag of white
We stretch it out at night
We have joined the NRA
Some day they'll both go down together
They'll bury them side by side
To a few it means grief
To many its relief
But its death to Bonnie and Clyde