Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues-Blind Willie McTell

[ti:Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues] [ar:Blind Willie McTell] [al:Loaded Dice - Vintage Gambling Songs] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues - Blind Willie McTell [01:56.22]Little Jesse was a gambler night and day [01:59.03] [02:00.35]He used crooked cards and dice [02:02.79] [02:04.14]Sinful guy good hearted but had no soul [02:06.60] [02:07.72]Heart was hard and cold like ice [02:09.34] [02:10.64]Jesse was a wild reckless gambler [02:12.24]Won a gang of change [02:13.17] [02:14.09]Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain [02:16.34] [02:17.51]Began to spend a-loose his money [02:18.99]Began to be blue sad and all alone [02:21.84] [02:22.70]His heart had even turned to stone [02:24.70] [02:26.09]What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone [02:28.56] [02:29.73]Sweet Lorena packed up and gone [02:31.93] [02:33.33]Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down [02:35.67] [02:36.81]Boys I got to die today [02:38.02] [02:39.18]He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside [02:41.22] [02:42.73]Here are the words he had to say [02:44.20] [02:45.87]Guess I ought to know [02:47.29] [02:48.30]Exactly how I wants to go [02:50.11]How you wanna go Jesse [02:50.94] [02:52.11]Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers [02:54.23] [02:55.14]Let 'em be veiled down in black [02:56.65] [02:57.73]I want nine men going to the graveyard bubba [03:00.52] [03:01.17]And eight men comin' back [03:02.75] [03:03.86]I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side [03:06.26] [03:07.10]Crooked card printed on my hearse [03:09.02] [03:10.22]Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me [03:13.34]My life been a doggone curse [03:15.29] [03:17.28]Send poker players to the graveyard [03:18.99] [03:20.35]Dig my grave with the ace of spades [03:22.03] [03:22.95]I want twelve polices in my funeral march [03:25.32] [03:25.91]High sheriff playin' blackjack lead the parade [03:28.19] [03:28.91]I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me fourteen times [03:31.61] [03:32.46]Put a pair of dice in my shoes [03:34.63](then what ) [03:35.27] [03:36.33]Let a deck of cards be my tombstone [03:38.09] [03:38.91]I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues [03:41.01] [03:44.75]Sixteen real good crapshooters [03:46.59] [03:47.63]Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song [03:49.55] [03:50.66]Sixteen racket men gamblin' [03:52.30] [03:53.08]Couple tend bar while I'm rollin' along [03:55.19] [03:56.17]He wanted Twenty-two womens outta the Hampton Hotel [03:58.52] [03:59.64]Twenty-six off a South Bell [04:00.94] [04:02.49]Twenty-nine women outta North Atlanta [04:04.33] [04:04.86]Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell [04:07.13] [04:08.16]His head was achin' heart was thumpin' [04:10.66] [04:11.64]Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin' [04:13.63] [04:14.23]Folks don't be standin' around ole Jesse cryin' [04:15.93] [04:16.76]He wants everybody to do the Charleston [04:18.57]Whilst he dyin' [04:19.40] [04:20.22]One foot up a toenail dragging [04:22.29] [04:22.87]Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon [04:25.08] [04:26.01]Come here mama with that can of booze [04:27.98] [04:28.55]The dyin crapshooter's leavin' the world [04:30.87] [04:31.44]The dyin' crapshooter's goin' down slow [04:34.82] [04:35.46]With the dyin' crapshooter's blues