Collected by Mary C. Parler
I am a roving gambler
I gamble down in town
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards
I'll lay my money down.
I hadn't been in Washington Not many more weeks than three.
I fell in love with a pretty little girl And she in love with me.
She took me in her parlor She cooled me with her fan She whispered low in her Mother's ear I love that gambling man.
Oh! daughter, dear Daughter Why do you treat me so To leave your dear old mother And with a gambler go.
Oh! Mother dear Mother
You know I love you well
But the love I have for a gambling man
No human tongue can tell.
I've gambled down in Washington I've gambled down in Spain I am going down to Georgia To gamble my last game.
I hear the train a coming It's coming around the curve It's whistling an a-blowing And straining every nerve.
Mother, dear Mother I'll tell you if I can.
If ever you see me coming back again I'll be with a gambling man.
Mrs. Anna M. Pearcy Greenwood, Ark. October 18, 1958
Reel 313, Item 11
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