St. John The Gambler-Townes Van Zandt

[ti:St. John the Gambler] [ar:Carter Burwell] [al:In Bruges] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]St. John The Gambler - Townes Van Zandt [00:06.89]When she had twenty years [00:08.43] [00:10.18]She turned to her mother [00:12.29] [00:13.42]Saying Mother I know that you'll grieve [00:17.95] [00:20.18]But I've given my soul to St John the gambler [00:25.88] [00:26.88]Tomorrow comes time to leave [00:31.53] [00:33.38]For the hills cannot hold back [00:36.65]My sorrow forever [00:38.94] [00:40.19]And dead men lay deep 'round the door [00:44.80] [00:46.70]The only salvation thats mine for the asking [00:52.24] [00:53.41]So mother think on me no more [00:57.06] [01:00.15]Winter held high round the mountains breast [01:05.43] [01:06.35]And the cold of a thousand snows [01:11.35] [01:13.31]Lay heaped upon the forests leaf [01:18.82] [01:19.68]But she dressed in calico [01:24.78] [01:26.56]For a gambler likes his women fancy [01:32.04] [01:33.74]Fancy she would be [01:37.48] [01:39.64]And the fire of her longing [01:42.28] [01:42.89]Would keep way the cold [01:45.11] [01:46.36]And her dress was a sight to see [01:50.25] [01:53.01]But the road was long beneath the feet [01:58.41] [01:59.62]She followed her frozen breath [02:04.57] [02:06.27]In search of a certain St John the gambler [02:11.98] [02:13.00]Stumbling to her death [02:19.66]She heard his laughter [02:22.15] [02:22.72]Right down from the mountains [02:25.36] [02:26.19]And danced with her mothers tears [02:31.18] [02:32.78]To a funeral drawn a calico [02:38.44] [02:39.44]'Neath the cross of twenty years [02:43.76] [02:46.03]To a funeral drawn a calico [02:51.42] [02:52.52]'Neath the cross of twenty years