Žodžiai dainai: Steve Forbert. Gambling Barroom Blues.

I went down to the corner, just to meet my gal
I found her standing on the sidewalk, talking to my pal
I strolled back to the bar room, to get another drink of gin
The first thing I knew I was reelin', rocking and drunk again

I kept drinking gin and liqour, till way up in the night
When my pal came to the bar room, we had an awful fight
I reached down for my razor, and then we knocked around
But when I pulled my pistol, I quickly smoked him down

The gambling bar room blues

I went down to see my baby, and met her on the way
I told her I'd have to leave her, I told her I could not stay
I started down to the station, and stopped in at the bar
There I met a policeman, riding in a motor car

We both drank lots of liqour, that flat footed cop and I
I thought he would never leave me, Lord, I thought I'd die
My baby came in to join us, and then it began to rain
Then I had to hurry, hurry, to catch that midnight train

I laid my head in the bar room door, I never get drunk anymore
I pawned my watch and my golden chain
I pawned my baby's diamond ring
Police, police, police, you're just as drunk as me
I'm grabbed that old eight-wheeler, and make for the deep blue sea