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by Howard E. Morseburg

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THE GAMBLIN’ MAN
By Howard E. Morseburg

Okay, I know, the landlord wants the rent,
But what can I do? I ain’t got a cent.
There ain’t no money. Can’t you just keep still?
I ain't got 'nuff for the electric bill.

The kids are hungry, there’s nothin’ to eat?
Yeah, I raised against kings and I got beat.
Ev’ry dollar I had was in the pot,
Honey, lately my luck ain’t bin’ so hot.

Well, that ain’t the worst you’ve got to know,
I sold the car to raise a bit more dough.
Jes’ three thousan’ was the best I could git,
Then two hours more and I'd lost all of it.

I was desprit’ then, and the Credit Card
Brought a thousan’ more; I bet the whole yard.
We’re broke agin’, there’s no sense my lyin’,
We’re sure broke, and there’s no use your cryin’.

Gamblin’ Honey, surely it ain’t no sin.
It’s getting’ the wrong cards that does you in.
Let’s go visit my folks, mom’ll feed the kids,
They done it befor’ when I’ve hit the skids.

Don’t leave me. Honey, I love only you.
Yes, there’s losers, but think…there’s winners too.
A fella’s just gotta have a bit o’ fun,
I’d could'a won a lot with a good run.

We’d a’bin able to take a nice trip,
Disneyland, per’aps, that’d a bin’ a rip.
I’d git you a real nice present or two,
Then we’d take the kids on a trip to the zoo.

I know I promis’d…its bin’ most a year,
This was a real game, the big boys was here.
Jimmy the Weaz’l and Eddy the Snake,
Why ten thousan’ tonight wuz easy to make.

Honey, if only I’d had'a bit more,
With a few good hands I’d a'made a score,
You see, gamblin’ Honey, sometimes you win,
It’s gittin’ the wrong cards that duz you in!

When Eddy turned over four Kings, I died.
When I saw that hand, I jes' coulda’ cried.
He winked at Jimmy, then gathe'ed it in.
Yeah, sometimes you lose...but sometimes you win.

I got the wrong cards, but that ain’t no sin!


Copyright 2005 Howard E. Morseburg; Solvang, California 93464


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