Lyrics:

(Traditional)
(C) - (F) - (G) - (Am)

(C) And I went down to a big crap game,
'Twas (F) certainly against my (C) will.
I lost every doggone nickel I had
But a (G) greenback dollar bill.
(C) Forty dollar that laid on the floor
My (F) buddy's point was (C) nine
Well, the (F) police they come in there
And (Am) caught all of 'em
But (C) I (G) got (C) mine.

I got mine, let me tell ya
(F) I got (C) mine.
I grabbed that money
Out the back door (G) I went flying
Well, (C) ever since the big crap game
I've been (F) livin' on chicken and (C) wine.
I'm the (F) leader of so (Am) ciety
Since (C) I (G) got (C) mine.

I know a barber shop
It's a way cross town
Down on Norfolk street
It's the only place on a Saturday night
That us gamblers gets to meet
Some comes for a haircut
And others come for a scrap
And when you see me and my buddies up there, man
We means to shoot some crap
Hollering: