Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dying Crapshooter's Blues, artist - Blind Willie McTell. Date of issue: 28.09.2014
Song language: English
The Dying Crapshooter's Blues |
| Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day |
| He used crooked cards and dice |
| Sinful guy, 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 |
| Began to spend a-loose his money |
| Began to be blue, sad and all alone |
| His heart had even turned to stone |
| What broke Jesse’s heart while he was blue and all alone |
| Sweet Lorena packed up and gone |
| Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down |
| Boys i got to die today |
| He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside |
| Here are the words he had to say: |
| Guess I ought to know |
| Exactly how I wants to go |
| (How you wanna go, Jesse?) |
| Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers |
| Let 'em be veiled down in black |
| I want nine men going to the graveyard, bubba |
| And eight men comin back |
| I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side |
| 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 (then what?) |
| Let a deck of cards be my tombstone |
| I got the dyin' crapshooter’s blues |
| Sixteen real good crapshooters |
| Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song |
| Sixteen racket men gamblin' |
| Couple tend 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 little Jesse didn’t pass out so swell |
| His head was achin', heart was thumpin' |
| Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin' |
| Folks, don’t be standin' around ole 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 |
| The dyin crapshooter’s — leavin' the world |
| The dyin' crapshooter’s — goin' down slow |
| With the dyin' crapshooter’s blues |