| Come around you roving' gamblers and a story I will tell
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| About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well
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| His name was Will O’Conley and he gambled all his life
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| He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife
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| And it’s ride, Willie, ride
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| Roll, Willie, roll
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| Wherever you are a-gambling now, nobody really knows
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| He gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards
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| Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards
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| He had the reputation as the gamblingest man around
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| Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town
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| And it’s ride, Willie, ride
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| Roll, Willie, roll
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| Wherever you are a-gambling now, nobody really knows
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| Sailing' down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans
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| They’re still talking' about their card game on that Jackson River Queen
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| «I've come to win some money,» Gambling Willie says
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| When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his
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| And it’s ride, Willie, ride
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| Roll, Willie, roll
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| Wherever you are a-gambling now, nobody really knows
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| Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek
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| There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week
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| Nine hundred miners had laid their money down
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| When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town
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| And it’s ride, Willie, ride
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| Roll, Willie, roll
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| Wherever you are a-gambling now, nobody really knows
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| But Willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true
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| He supported all his children and all their mothers too
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| He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore
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| He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor
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| And it’s ride, Willie, ride
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| Roll, Willie, roll
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| Wherever you are a-gambling now, nobody really knows
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| When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew
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| Whether he was bluffing or whether he was true
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| He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair
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| The man, he left a diamond flush, Willie didn’t even have a pair
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| And it’s ride, Willie, ride
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| Roll, Willie, roll
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| Wherever you are a-gambling now, nobody really knows
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| It was late one evening' during a poker game
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| A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame
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| He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate
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| When Willie’s cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights
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| And it’s ride, Willie, ride
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| Roll, Willie, roll
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| Wherever you are a-gambling now, nobody really knows
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| So all you roving' gamblers, wherever you might be
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| The moral of the story is very plain to see
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| Make your money while you can, before you have to stop
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| For when you pull that dead man’s hand, your gambling days are up
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| And it’s ride, Willie, ride
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| Roll, Willie, roll
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| Wherever you are a-gambling now, nobody really knows |