(Traditional) (C) - (F) - (G) - (Am)
(C) And I down to a big crap game, 'Twas (F) certainly my (C) will. I every doggone nickel I had But a (G) greenback bill. (C) dollar that laid on the floor My (F) buddy's was (C) nine Well, the (F) police they in there And (Am) all of 'em But (C) I (G) got (C) mine.
I got mine, let me ya (F) I got (C) mine. I grabbed money Out the back (G) I went flying Well, (C) ever the big crap game I've (F) livin' on chicken and (C) wine. I'm the (F) leader of so (Am) (C) I (G) got (C) mine.
I a barber shop It's a way cross Down on Norfolk the only place on a Saturday night That us gamblers gets to Some for a haircut And come for a scrap And you see me and my buddies up there, man We means to shoot crap Hollering: "Seven, eleven, you come, come, come!!! If you don't seven, eleven done, done, done" If I see the police he sees me I'm run, run, run I'm the leader of I got mine
Well, I went to my best girl's house The was just about nine I wasn't up like Henry Ford But I was feeling as fine I caught her sitting on another knee And I didn't like sign Well, I them what I thought about it, boys And I got
I got mine, I got I my hat and through the window I flying I ran as as I could run But I didn't get there in the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord And I got