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
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 no soul
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His heart was hard and cold like ice
Now Jesse was a wild reckless 
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gambler, but one game he could not 
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win
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Sweet Lorena 'outta north atlanta 
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She stole his heart from him
And she was married to a rich man 
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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
And the police walked up and shot 
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my friend down
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He said "Boys, I gotta die today"
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He had eight crapshooters around 
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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 
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wanna to go" How you wanna go Jesse?


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[Verse 2]
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Eight crapshooter to be my 
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pallbearers. Let 'em all be bailed 
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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 
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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' 
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along
(All the hoes that I used to know 
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from way before Kiss me from my 
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head to my toes
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Give me paper and pen so I can 
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write about my life of sin
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couple bottles of gin in case I 
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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 
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jumpin'

He said,"folks don't be standin 
around moanin' and cryin"
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He wants everybody to do the 
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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