again my will of hope run dry
Only one game left in town
and I'm down to my last dime
I put all my money on you,
Might be the final thing I do,
Travel with a queen of hearts,
Lucky sevens up my sleeve,
I put all my money on you,
Might be the hardest thing I do,
I can't work that sugar cane
or pick that cotton field
I hold the cards between my hands
and pray that they will yield
Might be the smartest thing I do,
Casey's men chase me down again,
God, this is the last game that I play
Might be the truest thing I do,
Preacher says I'm a sorry man,
When I win it big enough,
When I win it big, my love,
Might be the finest thing I do,
When my gambling days are through,
