Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Mudd & Mr. Gold, artist - Townes Van Zandt.
Date of issue: 21.02.2017
Song language: English
Mr. Mudd & Mr. Gold |
Well the wicked king of clubs awoke |
And it was to his queen turned |
His lips were laughing as they spoke |
His eyes like bullets burned |
The sun’s upon a gambling day |
His queen smiled low and blissfully |
Let’s make some wretched fool to play |
Plain it was she did agree |
He send his deuce down into diamond |
His four to hart, and his trey to spade |
Three kings with their legions come |
Preparations soon where made |
They voted club the days commander |
Gave him an army face and number |
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds |
And the aces in the sky |
Well, he gave his sevens first instructions |
Spirit me a game of stud |
Stakes unscarred by limitation |
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud |
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors |
Till his long, green eyes did glow |
And Mudd was left with the sighs and trembles |
Watching his hard earned money go |
Flushes fell on Gold like water |
Tens they paired and paired again |
But the aces only flew through heaven |
And the diamond jack called no man friend |
Now, the Diamond Queen saw Muds ordeal |
Began to think of her long lost son |
Fell to her knees with a mother’s mercy |
And prayed to the angels every one |
Now, the Diamond Queen, she prayed and prayed |
And the Diamond Angel filled Muds hole |
The wicked King of Clubs himself |
Fell in face down in front of Gold |
Now, three kings come to Clubs command |
But the angels from the sky did ride |
Three kings up on the streets of Gold |
Three fireballs on the muddy side |
The club queen heard her husband’s call |
But Lord, that Queen of Diamond’s joy |
When the outlaw in the heavenly hall |
Turned out to be a wandering boy |
Now, Mudd he checked and Gold bet all |
And Mudd he raised and Gold did call |
And the smile just melted on his face |
When Mudd turned over that diamond ace |
Now, here’s what this story’s told |
If you feel like Mudd you’ll end up Gold |
If you feel like lost, you’ll end up found |
So amigo, lay them raises down |