Lyrics:
Little Jesse was a gambler, night and dayHe used crooked cards and dice.Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soulHeart was hard and cold like iceJesse was a wild reckless gamblerWon a gang of changeAltho' a many gambler's heart he led in painBegan to spend a-loose his moneyBegan to be blue, sad and all aloneHis heart had even turned to stone.What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all aloneSweet Lorena packed up and gonePolice walked up and shot my friend Jesse downBoys i got to die todayHe had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedsideHere are the words he had to say:Guess I ought to knowExactly how I wants to go(How you wanna go, Jesse?)Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearersLet 'em be veiled down in blackI want nine men going to the graveyard, bubbaAnd eight men comin backI want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-sideCrooked card printed on my hearseDon't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over meMy life been a doggone curseSend poker players to the graveyardDig my grave with the ace of spadesI want twelve polices in my funeral marchHigh sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the paradeI want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 timesPut a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)Let a deck of cards be my tombstoneI got the dyin' crapshooter's bluesSixteen real good crapshootersSixteen bootleggers to sing a songSixteen racket men gamblin'Couple tend bar while i'm rollin' alongHe wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel26 off-a South Bell29 women outta North Atlanta Know