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Old John’s a gamblin’ man from way out west;
his reputation says that he’s the best
at reading faces; maybe reading minds;
when I asked him for his secret, he replied:
Saints and sinners; fools and thieves;
every gambler is one of these;
read my eyes and read my heart;
takin’ that chance is the hardest part.
My uncle was a preacher who paid his dues;
he travelled through the land to spread the news;
and everywhere he set his bible down,
he’d start by prayin’ for the souls of those he found.
Saints and sinners; fools and thieves;
every loser is one of these;
read my eyes and read my heart;
takin’ that chance is the hardest part.
My uncle and old John, they met one day
in a town on the Rio Grande near Santa Fe;
they’d both been workin’ hard in that dusty place,
but my uncle brought a smile to old John’s face; he said:
Saints and sinners; fools and thieves;
every winner is one of these;
read my eyes and read my heart;
takin’ that chance is the hardest part.
Saints and sinners; fools and thieves;
every gambler is one of these;
read my eyes and read my heart;
takin’ that chance is the hardest part.
(©2004
Stewart Bowman)
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