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Those Gambler's Blues
- It was down in old Joe's bar room
On a corner by the square,
The drinks were served as usual,
And a goodly crowd was there. - On my left stood Joe McKenny,
His eyes bloodshot and red,
He gazed at the crowd around him
And these are the words he said: - "As I passed by the old infirmary,
I saw my sweetheart there,
All stretched out on a table,
So pale, so cold, so fair. - Sixteen coal-block horses,
All hitched to a rubber-tired hack,
Carried seven girls to the graveyard,
And only six of 'em comin' back. - O, when I die, just bury me
In a box-back coat and hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
To let the Lord know I'm standin' pat. - Six crap shooters as pall bearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
With a jazz band on my hearse
To raise hell as we go along." - And now you've heard my story,
I'll take another shot o' booze;
If anybody happens to ask you,
Then I've got those gambler's blues.