Текст песни: The Gambler and His Colt 45 + перевод

In a white three piece of the finest cotton

The gambler frequents the riverboat often

Though the games on that ship would wax and wane with fashion

The game of five card draw remained his passion

Many a man yearned for the secret to success

It’s a jack up the sleeve and a bullet to the breast

And if you ask about those that could not pay their debts

They’re feeding the catfish on the Mississippi depths

Draw a jack

Spit it back

Draw the hammer

Of my Colt 45

On a fevered August night a drifter boarded

With stringy red hair and a face contorted

The drifters desire was a point of assumption

He came for the root of evils consumption

In the haze of his past he followed stonewall

While his wife was on the end of a musket ball

The drifter has frequently escaped death

The black on his fingers and the scars on his neck

Draw a jack

Spit it back

Draw the hammer

Of my Colt 45

As fate would orchestra the two men met

In a game of five card they began to bet

The pigeons dropped off and the stakes would raise

The table came down to a two cheater game

As the devil overlooked they bet everything they got

Each man shed his soul into that cursed part

The time had come but the revealed cards were damned

Aces and eights of the same suit in each hand

Draw a jack

Spit it back

Draw the hammer

Of my Colt 45

Two Colt 45 rustled from their hustlers

Fire and lead sang each shooter the composer

A charge found home in the gamblers chest

Blown off the rails he drew his last breath

You can cheat all your life but you can’t cheat death

You can cheat all your life but you can’t cheat death

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