Gamblin Man Blues

Woke up in the mornin smoked a cigarette.

Jump inside my car it's to the track to place a bet.

Put 50 bucks on Hee Haw win place or show

I'm tired of always losin, there's no place left to go

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One week you up again then you're  right back to the floor

these blues are gettin nasty one week you're up again then you're right back down to the floor

I gotta find somethin better cause I'm breakin all the rules

I'm tired of livin the life of the poor gamblin mans blooze.

Atlantic city or Vegas sack o quarters in tow. I'm gonna strike it rich baby cause 

I'm sick of being poor. You know when you're hot you're hot, when you're cold 

you're cold. My saxophone's in hock, and my pink caddy just got sold

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Yea I think I'll hitch on out to the west coast I'm sick of being poor I wanna not be 

broke

When you're hot you're hot and when you're cod you're cold

My saxophone's in hock and my pink caddy's just been sold

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