The fate of a roving gambler Is waiting down the bloodthirsty highway The highway is my home, I’m a rambler And I have to pay the devil every day
Now if I should owe a friend a million dollars He knows my guarantee is sound If we should get hijacked by robbers There’d be no big money laying all around
I may be gone to the devil But I ain’t rollin’ over for you If you’ve got a pistol in your pocket I’ve got my .38 Special too
Are you dancing for the payers of the piper? Are you jumping through your party hoops for them? You won’t see any nine to fivers At the tables of my poker playing friends
So take your politician or your banker Take your friendly health insurance man I never met a cold hearted gambler Could carry off a hustle like they can
I may be gone to the devil But I ain’t rollin’ over for you If you’ve got a pistol in your pocket I’ve got my .38 Special tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
