Rambling Gambling Willie
Bob Dylan

Come around you ramblin’ gamblers, and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well
His name was Will O’Conley, and he gambled all his life
He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife

He gambled in the White House, and in the railroad yards
Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards
He had the good reputation as the gamblin’est man around
Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town

Sailin’ down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans
They’re still talkin’ about a poker game on that Jackson River Queen
I’ve come to win some money, Gamblin’ Willie says
When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his

Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek
There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week
Nine hundred miners had laid there money down
When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town

But Willie had a heart of gold, and this I know is true
He supported all his children, and all their mothers too
He wore no rings and fancy things, like other gamblers do
He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor

When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew
Whether he was bluffin’ or whether he was true
He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair
The man, he left a diamond flash, Willie didn’t have a pair

It was late one evenin’ during a poker game
A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame
He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate
When Willie’s cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with Eights

So all you ramblin’ gamblers, wherever you might be
The moral of the story is very plain to see
Make your money while you can, before you have to stop
For when you pull that dead man’s hand your gambling days are up

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