Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Well now Jesse was a
and day
He used crooked cards and
Son of a guy,
He but had no
His heart was hard and cold ice
Jesse was a wild reckless
The one game he not win
Sweet Lorena north atlanta
She stole his heart from him
And she was to a rich man
With a on a hill
But Jesse had to see her
So come the shadows of
He around
And he cut the old man
Broke his
Left him cold out
Sweet Lorena up and gone
And the walked up
And my friend down
"Boys, I gotta die today"
He had eight
Around his
To hear the he had to say
"guess I 'otta exactly hows I wanna to go"
How you go 'ole Jesse?
Eight to be my pallbearers
Let 'em all be down in black
I nine men
to the graveyard, buddy
But just men are coming back
I want
around my coffin side,
A crooked card upon my
say the crapshooters
Are to grieve over me
That there curse
Water my grave some moonshine
Now dig it with the ace of
I want 12 polices in my funeral
sheriff 'bout to led the parade
I want that judge who me
14 to put a,
A pair of in my shoes
Let a of cards be my tombstone buddy,
I got the dyin' blues

16 real crapshooters
16 bootlegger to sing songs
16 off the casey line
To kick up dust while I'm rollin'
(All the
That I to know
From way
Kiss me from my head to my
Give me and pen
So I can write about my of sin couple bottles of gin
In I don't get in)
Or
(I want 22 women at the hampton
And 26 off-a Bell
But 1 woman 'outta north atlanta
To me pleasure 'fore I gets to hell)
his head was achin'
His was thumpin
went down bouncin' and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be standin around and cryin"
He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he
One foot up and a draggin'
Throw my buddy
In the hoodoo
Come mama
With your can of
crapshooter's blues (help me)
The crapshooter's blues
Goin down with the dyin' crapshooter's