Lyrics:

GAMBLIN' MAN

I've gambled down in Wasington
And I've gambled up in Maine
I'm going down into Georgia
To knock down my last game
I'm a gamblin' man, man, man
I'm a gamblin' man

Well I'd not been in Washington
Many more weeks than three
When I fell in love with a pretty little girl
And she fell in love with me
I'm a gamblin' man
I'm a gamblin' man

I'm a gamblin' man, man, man
I'm a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
I'm a gamblin' man

I'm a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
I'm a gamblin' man, man, man
I'm a gamblin' man

She took me in her parlour
Cooled me with her fan
She said oh mother mother
I'm in love with a gamblin' man
He's a gamblin' man, man, man
He's a gamblin' man

She said oh daughter, daughter
How could you treat me so
Leave your poor old mother
With that gambler go
He's a gamblin' man, man, man
He's a gamblin' man

He's a gamblin' man, man, man
He's a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
He's a gamblin' man

He's a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man


Hey a gamblin' man

I would not marry a farmer
He's always in the rain
I'd rather marry a gamblin' man
With a gold watch and chain
He's a gamblin' man
He's a gamblin' man

And I would not marry a railroad man
Here's the reason why
I've never known a railroad man
Wouldn't tell his wife a lie
He's a gamblin' man
He's a gamblin' man

He's a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man man man
A gamblin' man, man, man
He's a gamblin' man

He's a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man
How about Jimmy

He's a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man

He's a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man
How about

I hear that train a-coming
Coming round the curve
Whistling, a-screaming
straining every nerve
A gamblin' man man man
A gamblin' man

He's a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man

He's a gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblin' man, man, man
A gamblïn' man


Putting On The Style

Sweet sixteen goes to church
Just to see the boys
Laughs and screams and giggles
At every little noise
Turns her face a little
And turns her head awhile
But everybody knows she's
Only putting on the style

She's putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

Well the young man in the hot rod car
Driving like he's mad
With a pair of yellow gloves
He's borrowed from his dad
He makes it roar so lively
Just to make his girlfriend smile
But she knows he's only
Putting on the style

He's putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

Preacher in the pulpit
Roars with all his might
Sing Glory Halleluja
Puts the folks all in a fright
Now you might think it's satan
That's a-coming down the aisle
But it's only our poor preacher boys
That's putting on his style

Putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

Putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

Putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

Transcribed by Kevin Moore