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