St. John the Gambler-John Baizley

[ti:St. John the Gambler] [ar:John Baizley] [al:Songs of Townes Van Zandt, Vol. II] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]St. John the Gambler - John Baizley [00:11.54]When she had twenty years she turned to her mother [00:17.06]Saying mother I know that you'll grieve [00:21.87] [00:22.84]But I've given my soul to St John the gambler [00:29.09]Tomorrow comes time to leave [00:33.38] [00:34.08]For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever [00:40.45]And dead men lie deep 'round the door [00:44.63] [00:46.28]The only salvation that's mine for the asking [00:51.94]So mother think on me no more [00:56.29] [00:58.26]An' winter held high 'round the mountains breast [01:03.09] [01:03.63]And the cold of a thousand snows [01:08.12] [01:08.91]Lay heaped upon the forests leaf [01:14.79]But she dressed in calico [01:19.14] [01:20.09]For a gambler likes his women fancy [01:26.65]Fancy she would be [01:30.79] [01:32.07]And the fire of her longing would keep 'way the cold [01:37.35] [01:37.86]And her dress was a sight to see [01:41.83] [02:29.75]But the road was long beneath the feet [02:34.92] [02:35.52]She followed her frozen breath [02:39.96] [02:40.97]In search of a certain St John the gambler [02:47.18]Stumbling to her death [02:51.74] [02:53.17]She heard his laughter right down from the mountains [02:59.02]And danced with her mothers tears [03:04.16]To a funeral drawn a calico [03:09.20] [03:09.83]'Neath the 'cross of twenty years [03:14.41] [03:15.88]To a funeral drawn a calico [03:21.37]'Neath the 'cross of twenty years