文本歌词

Dying Crapshooter's Blues - Blind Willie McTell
Little Jesse was a gambler night and day
He used crooked cards and dice
He was a sinful boy good hearted but had no soul
Heart was hard and cold like ice
Jesse was a wild reckless gambler
Won a gang of change
Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain
Little Jesse began to lose his money
But he was all alone
And his heart had even turned to stone
The police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down
Said boys I got to die today
He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside
But here are the words he had to say
I get that all to lone
How're I want to go
How you wanna go Jesse
I wants eight crapshooters for my pallbearers
Let 'em be veiled down in black
I want nine men going to the graveyard
But only eight men comin' back
I wants a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
With a crooked card printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me
My life been a doggone curse
Send poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of spades
I want twelve polices in my funeral march
High sheriff playin' blackjack lead the parade
I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times
Put a pair of dice in my shoes
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues
I want
Sixteen real good crapshooters
Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song
Sixteen buck-riders gamblin'
With a couple tends bar while I'm rollin' along
He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
26 off-a South Bell
29 women outta North Atlanta
Know that little Jesse didn't pass out so swell
His head was achin' heart was thumpin'
Little Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin'
Folks don't be standin' around Jesse cryin'
He wants everybody to do the Charleston whilst he dyin'
One foot up a toenail dragging
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon
Come here mama with that can of booze
He's got the dyin' crapshooter's blues passin' out
Well the dyin' crapshooter's blues