Текст Robert Earl Keen – Mr. Mudd

Now the wicked king of clubs awoke
It was to his queen he turned
His lips were laughing as they spoke
His eyes like bullets burned

The sun’s upon a gambling day
His queen smiled low and blissfully
Let’s make some wretched fool to pay
It’s plain it was, they did agree

Send his deuce down into diamond
Four to hart, trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
And preparations soon where made

They voted club, the days commander
Gave him an army, face and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And the aces in the sky

Well, they give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
‘Tween a man named Gold and a man named Mudd

Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
‘Til his long, green eyes did glow
And Mudd was left with the sighs and trembles
Watching his hard earned money go

Flushes fell on Gold like water
Tens they paired and paired again
But the aces only flew through heaven
And the diamond jack called no man’s friend

Now the diamond queen saw Mudd’s ordeal
Began to think of her long lost son

The diamond queen, she prayed and prayed
The diamond angel filled Mudd’s hole
And the wicked king of clubs himself
Fell face down in front of Gold

Now three kings come to clubs command
But the angels from the sky did ride
Three kings up on the streets of gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

And the club queen heard her husband’s call
But Lord, that queen of diamond’s joy
When the outlaw in the heavenly hall
Turned out to be a wandering boy

Now Mudd he checked and Gold bet all
Mudd he raised and Gold did call
But the smile just melted on his face
When Mudd turned over that diamond ace

And here’s what this story’s told
If you feel like Mudd you’ll end up Gold
If you feel like lost, you’ll end up found
So amigo, lay them raises down