Текст John Martyn – Gambler

My father was a gambler
Gambled every day
My daddy was a gambler some kind
Gambled his life away

My father was a gambler
Always lost to me
My father was a gambler
Used to being beaten let me tell you so

Caught out
With a shout
And playing poker
With dogs and horses, 52 cards
He was a joker

Call the odds, call the shots
My father was a gambler
I swear it’s the truth
Call you out and make mince meat of you
Call you out and make you pay, oh

You can’t pay, you can’t play, that’s what he told me, that’s what he said
You can’t play, you can’t pay, you can’t play, you can’t pay
We don’t boy money cross my table

First rule of the joker
First rule of the joker

Daddy was a gambler
Daddy was a bad bad boy

My daddy was a gambler man
My daddy gambled and sowed the seed
My daddy how are you
How are you

Filled some peoples hearts with joy

Never cheated always beaten
Never beaten never cheated always smiled

Fly on the wall the beetle crawled by
Daddy was a gambler

A mean chip off the old block
Look him in the eye and book em
Look him in the eye and turn away
Look him in the eye and book em