The Wiyos - Dying Crapshooter's Blues (салунная)
Баллада о парне по имени Джесси, который проиграл все свои деньги в кости, и теперь жаждущем умереть вместе с тем, о чем всю жизнь мечтал...
When little Jesse was a gambler, night and day
He used crooked cards and dice.
He was a sinful boy, he had no soul
His heart was hard and cold like ice.
He was a wild reckless gambler
Won a lot of change
And many of gambler's heart he left in pain.
He lost all his money,
He was all alone.
His heart was hard and cold like stone.
When the police came in and shot Jesse down
He said: "Boys i got to die today".
He had a gang of crapshooters by his bedside
And these are the words he had to say:
He said: I guess I ought to know
Oh, how I wanna go...
(How you wanna go, Jesse?)
"I want eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let 'em all be dressed in black
I want nine men going to the graveyard,
But only eight men comin' back.
I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin,
A crooked card printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters won't grieve over me
My life is been a doggone curse.
Send poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of spades
I want twelve policemen in my funeral march
The sheriff leads the parade.
I want the Judge man Jerry who jailed me 14 times
Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
I got the Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues.
I want sixteen real good crapshooters,
Sixteen bootleggers singin a song,
Sixteen bomb riders gamblin'
A couple of tense when i'm rollin' along.
I want 29 women from the Hamilton Hotel,
26 from South Bell
22 women outta North Atlanta
Sayin': "Jesse didn't pass out so swell"."
His head was achin',
His heart was thumpin'.
Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin'.
(Boys, don't be hangin' around
Jesse tried, he wants everyone to do the chance to wise die)
I want to put up,
A total dragon,
And from my buddy Jesse,
And a hoodoo wagon.
Come here ya mama with this can and loose
I got a Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues.
I got a Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues...
(I got a Dyin' Crapshooter's...) The Wiyos - Dying Crapshooter's Blues (салунная)
Баллада о парне по имени Джесси, который проиграл все свои деньги в кости, и теперь жаждущем умереть вместе с тем, о чем всю жизнь мечтал...
When little Jesse was a gambler, night and day
He used crooked cards and dice.
He was a sinful boy, he had no soul
His heart was hard and cold like ice.
He was a wild reckless gambler
Won a lot of change
And many of gambler's heart he left in pain.
He lost all his money,
He was all alone.
His heart was hard and cold like stone.
When the police came in and shot Jesse down
He said: "Boys i got to die today".
He had a gang of crapshooters by his bedside
And these are the words he had to say:
He said: I guess I ought to know
Oh, how I wanna go...
(How you wanna go, Jesse?)
"I want eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let 'em all be dressed in black
I want nine men going to the graveyard,
But only eight men comin' back.
I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin,
A crooked card printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters won't grieve over me
My life is been a doggone curse.
Send poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of spades
I want twelve policemen in my funeral march
The sheriff leads the parade.
I want the Judge man Jerry who jailed me 14 times
Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
I got the Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues.
I want sixteen real good crapshooters,
Sixteen bootleggers singin a song,
Sixteen bomb riders gamblin'
A couple of tense when i'm rollin' along.
I want 29 women from the Hamilton Hotel,
26 from South Bell
22 women outta North Atlanta
Sayin': "Jesse didn't pass out so swell"."
His head was achin',
His heart was thumpin'.
Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin'.
(Boys, don't be hangin' around
Jesse tried, he wants everyone to do the chance to wise die)
I want to put up,
A total dragon,
And from my buddy Jesse,
And a hoodoo wagon.
Come here ya mama with this can and loose
I got a Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues.
I got a Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues...
(I got a Dyin' Crapshooter's...) | |
