Another grimy hotel room-
Another smoky bar…
Another game of five card stud…
O, cursed , unlucky star!
Black frock coat, brocaded vest-
Striped pants, comprise my suit.
A derringer in my right sleeve,
A dirk in my right boot.
Long and dusty were the trails
Which brought me to this place;
Hard, and long, the years, which put
These wrinkles on my face.
Born in Southern Georgia-
In eighteen fifty-one,
And after Reconstruction…
I had no choice but to run.
Riverboats, then Ellsworth-
Dodge City, Abilene-
From railheads, to the whistle stops
And everything between.
The Louisiana bayous-
And the Arizona sands…
It’s all the same, there is no home,
When you’re a gambling man.
Sitting at the table-
On another sleepless night…
I’m down , two hundred dollars-
And something isn’t right.
“Check? or Raise”? I think I’ll call.
I know what lies ahead…
I saw the dealer palm a card…
Soon someone will be dead.
“If you’re no slicker with a gun,
Than you were, with that trick…
Leave your money on the table-
Leave, and make it quick”!
Too late, I see they have me boxed-
Front, and left, and right…
I’ll take the dealer with me, as….
I enter Death’s long night.