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: 'Seven, eleven, won't you come, come, come!!!

If you don't seven, eleven them

You're done, done, done'

If I see the police before he sees me

I'm gonna run, run, run

I'm the leader of society

Since I got mine



Well, I went down to my best girl's house

The hour was just about nine

I wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford

But I was feeling just as fine

I caught her sitting on another man's knee

And I didn't like that sign

Well, I told them what I thought about it, boys

And I got mine



I got mine, I got mine

I grabbed my hat and through the window

I went flying

I ran as fast as I could run

But I didn't get there in time

Because the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord

And I got mine