Wherever I meet with a deck of cards,
many more weeks and three
Till I fell in love with a pretty little girl
She fell in love with me,
She took me in her parlor,
And she whispered low in her mother's ear
I love this gamblin' man,
Oh daughter, oh dear daughter,
how could you treat me so?
I'd leave your dear old mother
with the gambler go, with the gambler go
Oh mother, oh dear mother,
But the love I have for this gambling man,
No human tongue can tell,
I left that gal in Dallas,
I met up with a gambling man,
He put his money in the pot
and dealt the cards around
from the bottom of the pack,
so I shot that gambler down,
Well, now I'm down in prison,
I got a number for my name.
The warden said as he locked the door,
you gambled your last game.