Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Darktown Poker Club, artist - Louis Prima.
Date of issue: 05.05.2014
Song language: English
The Darktown Poker Club |
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub |
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club |
But cursed the day he told them he would join |
His money used to go like it had wings |
If he yelled queens, someone had kings |
And each night he would contribute all his coin |
Then he said I’m gonna play 'em tight tonight |
He said there’ll be no bobtail flushes make me bite |
'Cause when I gets in them my hands will be a peach |
And he played them tight but lost his pile |
And Bill got peevish after a while |
So he rose, looked all around, and made this speech |
He said you all see this brand new razor |
I had it sharpened just today |
Now I’m coming in there with my rules |
That you must follow when you play |
Now keep your big bony hands on the table |
While you dealing, please |
And don’t be slippin' them aces down there |
Er, in between your knees |
And don’t be makin' all them funny signs |
Like you tryin' to tip off your hand |
Just talk in American, boy, American |
So’s I can understand |
And don’t be dealin' off the bottom |
Because ooh that’s rough |
Take five, five, then stop, that’s enough |
Now when you bet put up the chips |
Because I don’t like it when you shy |
Then if you get busted go on out and get some |
I’m gonna be here by and by |
Pass them cards for me to shuffle |
Everytime before you deals |
Then if anything’s wrong, I must see |
'Cause I mean, you always ain’t no, er |
Keep playin' that game according to Mr. Hoyle |
You all play this game accordin' to me |
Now sittin' right there in that there clan |
There chance to be a one-eyed man |
And Bill kept watchin' him out the corner of his eye |
When ole one-eye would deal and then |
Would cost that Bill another five or ten |
Bill got up again, looked all around him with a sigh |
He said, Lord, this is an awful shame |
He said, There someone cheatin' in this 'ere game |
He said, it goes, er |
It ain’t no do for me to name the guy |
So I’ll refrain from mentioning the party’s name |
If I catch him cheatin' just once again |
I’m gonna take my fist and close that other eye |
Now you see this brand new razor |
I had it sharpened just today |
I’m comin' in there with my own rules |
That you must follow when you play |
Hey kid, keep your hands up there |
While you’re givin' them out, please |
Stop puttin' them wildies |
Down there 'tween your knees |
Stop makin' all them funny signs |
Like you’re tryin' to tip off your hand |
Keep talkin' in American, big AAA |
That’s what I can understand |
And don’t be getting' them off the bottom |
Because I keep tryin' to tell you it’s rough |
This an army game, five, five, halt, that’s enough |
Now when you bet let me see the reds and blues |
'Cause I don’t like it when you shy |
Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up |
I’m gonna be here by and by |
Pass them pasteboards for me to shuffle |
Everytime before you deal, let me ripple |
Anything wrong, I wanna see |
I mean, you always ain’t gonna keep playin' the game now |
According to that Mr. Hoyle |
You all gonna play this game according to me |
Henry, if you break the seal on that new deck of bicycles |
We’ll go on from there, yeah |
Yeah yeah yeah |