Collected by: Mrs. Willis Bowman
Doug Dunham Goodman, Mo.
For M. C. Parler Instrumental:
Max Dunham Jan. 9, '65
Reel 3o6,Item 1
I had a home down in Texas,
Down where the bluebonnets grew,
I had the kindest old mother,
How happy we were--just we two,
But one day the angels called her,
The step that we all have to take,
She called me close to her bedside,
And these last few words she did say.
Son, don't start drinking and gamblin,
Promise you'll always go straight,
Ten years have gone by since that parting,
And the promise is broken, I say,
I took to drinking for pastime,
At last I was just like them all,
For I bet all my gold and my money,
A bringing that I've ever saw. A-dreaming thos I'd never fall
I bet all my gold and my money,
Nothing was to be seen,
My last one card could break them,
And that card was the queen,
They all dealt five cards round the table,
Each hand took a card, took his draw,
And I drew the card that would break them,
And I turned it and here's what I saw.
It was a picture of my dear mother,
And somehow it seemed to say,
Son, you have broken your promise,
So I threw the cards away,
I gave all my winnings to a newsboy,
For I knew I was ruined from the start,
And I shall never forget that sad promise,
For mother's the Queen of my heart.
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