(Traditional) (C) - (F) - (G) - (Am)
(C) And I went to a big crap game, (F) certainly against my (C) will. I every doggone nickel I had But a (G) greenback bill. (C) Forty dollar laid on the floor My (F) point was (C) nine Well, the (F) police they come in 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 that Out the back door (G) I went Well, (C) ever since the big crap I've been (F) on chicken and (C) wine. I'm the (F) of so (Am) ciety (C) I (G) got (C) mine.
I a barber shop a way cross town Down on street It's the only 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 seven, eleven them done, done, done" If I see the before he sees me I'm run, run, run I'm the of society I got mine
Well, I went to my best girl's house The hour was just nine I wasn't dressed up like Ford But I was feeling as fine I caught her sitting on another knee And I didn't that sign Well, I told them I thought about it, boys And I got
I got mine, I got I grabbed my hat and through the I went I ran as as I could run But I didn't get in time the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord And I got