Lyrics Bring The Money Home - Patrick Sweany

Bring The Money Home

Well Ol' Sally was a gambling gale
Gambling gale, gambling gale
You know that Sally was a gambling gale
She brought her money home
Well Bobby lost money lord shootin' dice
Shooting dice shooting dice
And Bobby lost money lord shootin' dice
Didn’t bring no money home
Going away to leave crying won’t make me stay
Not one day
I’m going away to leave and crying won’t make me stay
And I bring my money home
Here we go
I’m going to hot springs and I can’t take you
I can’t take ya
I’m going to hot springs and I can’t take you
Well I bring my money home
I had a little woman and I asked her to dance
And I asked her, real nice
I had a little woman and I asked her to dance
She walked right out the door
Little girl, little girl, how old are you?
How old are you baby?
Little girl, little girl, how old are you?
Ya ain’t 19 years old
I’m on the racetrack and I won’t be back
I won’t be back
Going to the racetrack won’t be back
'Till I bring my money home
Here’s I going
I’m going away to leave and crying won’t make me stay
Not one day
I’m going away to leave and crying won’t make me stay
Till I bring my money home
Had a drink of liquor and a little bit of wine
Just a taste
I had a drink of liquor and a little bit of wine
And I stay drunk all the time
Going to hot springs and I can’t take you
I already told you
I’m going to hot springs and I can’t take you
Well I bring my money home
Been out all night ain’t slept none yet
Not a wink, what you think?
Been out all night ain’t slept none yet
'till I bring my money home
Well Ol' Sally was a gambling gale
Gambling gale, gambling gale
You know that Sally was a gambling gale
She brought her money home
Well Bobby lost money lord shootin' dice
Shooting dice shooting dice
And Bobby lost money did-a-lil' shootin' dice
Didn’t bring no money home