Dyin Crap Shooter Blues

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[Verse 1]
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Well now Jesse was a gambler. Night and day
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He used crooked cards and dice
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Son of a guy, good-hearted, but had no soul
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His heart was hard and cold like ice
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Now Jesse was a wild reckless gambler, but one game he could not win
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Sweet Lorena 'outta north atlanta She stole his heart from him
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And she was married to a rich man with a house on a hill
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But Jesse had to see her still
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So come the shadows of night. He came around
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And he cut the old man down
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Broke his heart, left him cold out alone
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Sweet Lorena packed up and gone
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And the police walked up and shot my friend down
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He said "Boys, I gotta die today"
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He had eight crapshooters around his bedside
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To hear the words he had to say
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"guess I 'otta know exactly hows I wanna to go" How you wanna go Jesse?


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[Verse 2]
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Eight crapshooter to be my pallbearers. Let 'em all be bailed down in black

I want nine men going to the graveyard, buddy But just eight men are coming back
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I want gamblers gathered around my coffin side,
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A crooked card upon my hearse
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Don't say the crapshooters
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Are allowed to grieve over me
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That there doggone curse


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[Verse 3]
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16 real good crapshooters
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16 bootlegger there to sing songs
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16 hobos off the casey line
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To kick up dust while I'm rollin' along
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(All the hoes that I used to know from way before Kiss me from my head to my toes
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Give me paper and pen so I can write about my life of sin
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couple bottles of gin in case I don't get in
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His head was aching. His heart was thumpin
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Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin'

He said,"folks don't be standin around moanin' and cryin"
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He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies
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One foot up and a toenail draggin'
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Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon
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Come here mama with your can of booze


[Chorus]


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Dyin' crapshooter's blues (help me)
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Dyin' crapshooter's blues (goin down)
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With the dyin' crapshooter's blues