A lady of the evening,
Met a shifty gambling man.
They made their plans for leaving
When he asked her for her hand.
They were cast off by society…
Both thought it far too late-
To know true love and romance…
Could this be some whim of fate?
They talked of days of long ago-
Compared their whims and dreams.
And laughed at all the common ground
And places that they’d seen…
He said, “We’ll leave tomorrow-
But tonight I’ll win our stake”.
Not knowing that he’d told a lie…
By dawn her heart he’d break.
It seemed that he could do no wrong.
He’d won near every hand.
No matter which man dealt the cards…
The game he did command.
His dreams grew near with every pot
And just before the dawn-
He felt that he had won enough…
‘Twas time to move along.
He pushed back from the table-
And he said, “I’m cashing in”.
A player said, “Oh, no, you’re not”!
While glaring hate at him.
He said, “I think you’re cheating”!
He was drawing as he spoke…
Two men lay dead upon the floor,
Beneath the powder smoke.
They found her in an alley-
For her heart had broke to hear…
Her dreams of love snatched from her
When she thought they were so near…
A hole in her left temple
From the pistol in her hand…
Too tired to go living-
So she chose to join her man.
They tell me if you go at night
Down by the river side.
The lady walks the river bank
She is the gambler’s bride.
No place in life for loser’s-
They say it’s quite a sight,
The two of them together..
As they meet there every night.