Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Darktown Poker Club , by - Louis Prima. Release date: 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 |