Blind Willie Mctell The Dyin Crapshooters Blues Lyrics

The Dyin Crapshooters Blues Lyrics

Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day

He used crooked cards and
dice.

Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soul

Heart was hard and
cold like ice



Jesse was a wild reckless gambler

Won a gang
of change

Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain

Began to
spend a-loose his money

Began to be blue, sad and all alone

His
heart had even turned to stone.



What broke Jesse's heart while he
was blue and all alone

Sweet Lorena packed up and gone

Police
walked up and shot my friend Jesse down

Boys i got to die today



He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside

Here are the
words he had to say:



Guess I ought to know

Exactly how I
wants to go

(How you wanna go, Jesse?)



Eight crapshooters to
be my pallbearers

Let 'em be veiled down in black

I want nine men
going to the graveyard, bubba

And eight men comin back



I
want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side

Crooked card
printed on my hearse

Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over
me

My life been a doggone curse



Send poker players to the
graveyard

Dig my grave with the ace of spades

I want twelve polices
in my funeral march

High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade



I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times

Put a
pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)

Let a deck of cards be my
tombstone

I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues



Sixteen real
good crapshooters

Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song

Sixteen racket
men gamblin'

Couple tend bar while i'm rollin' along



He
wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel

26 off-a South Bell

29
women outta North Atlanta 

Know