I went down to old Joe's bar room
And on the corner by the stairs
Drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there
On my left's the Joe McKinley
His eyes were bloodshot red
These are the very words he said
Stretched out on a long white table
So cold, so deep, so fair
Lord bless her, wherever she may be
I can search this whole world
you'll never find a sweet man like
When I die, please bury me
In a high -towered Stetson hat
Put a gold piece on my watch chain
that I don't stand in fear
I want a workin' girl to sing me a song
I want a jazz band on my horse wagon
To raise hell as we roll along
Now that you've heard my story
I'll take another shot of the booze
And if anybody should ask me
Tell my god he's always gamblin'
Tell my god he's always gamblin'
Tell my god he's always gamblin'
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