If you ever see me comin' back,
it'll be with a gamblin' man
Whenever I meet with a deck of cards,
I've gambled down in Washington,
I'm on my way to New Orleans
to knock down my last game
Well, I had not been in Washington
many more weeks than three
Till I fell in love with a pretty little girl,
She took me to her parlor,
Whispered low in her mama's ear,
Daughter, oh dear daughter,
To leave your dear old mother
But the love I hold for the gamblin' man
Well, I wouldn't marry a farmer,
The man I want is a gambler man
with a great big gold watch chain
And I wouldn't marry a railroad man,
and I'll tell you the reason why
I've never seen a railroad man
that wouldn't tell his wife a lie
Hear that train a -comin',
she's comin' round the curve
A -whistlin' and a -blowin', ooooh,
If you ever see me comin' back,
it'll be with a gamblin' man
It'll be with a gamblin' man you