Lyrics:

Now if you roam and you ramble
Don't you drink like a camel
If you're goin' out gamblin' now, son

The dealer, he's no preacher
He'll lie and he'll teach ya
And back his fast tongue with his gun

Old Willie Dog dove in front of a freight train
Lost his home and his land in a card game
All the folks around seemed surprised at the bad news
Never figured him to be such a damn fool
Whoa, whoa, nobody ever told him
'Bout the snake-eyed poker faces
Willie Boy got tight and went and bet his life
On a hand filled up with aces and aces
Old Wild Bill was a slick with a six-gun
Until he drew his death on a deal down in Deadwood
When five slugs from the end of a long .44
Laid Bill stone dead on the bar floor
Whoa, whoa, somebody oughta told him
'Bout the snake-eyed poker faces
When he was killed, whoa, whoa, Wild Bill
Had his hand filled up with aces and aces

Now if you roam and you ramble
Don't you drink like a camel
If you're goin' out gamblin' now, son
That dealer's no preacher
He'll lie and he'll teach ya
And back his fast tongue with his gun
With his gun
With his gun

Whoa, whoa, son, don't you pull your gun
On them snake-eyed poker faces
Some padded night you might lose your life
On a hand filled up (On a hand filled up)
Hand filled up (Nobody told him 'bout the)
Hand filled up (Yeah, yeah)
With aces and aces (He had his)
Hand filled up (Yeah)
Hand filled up
Some padded night you might lose your life
On a hand (Hand filled up)
Yeah, yeah, a hand (Hand filled up)
Oh, yeah (Hand filled up)
With aces and aces (He had his hand filled up)
Hand filled up (Nobody told him 'bout)
Hand filled up
Now you'll not withstand on a dead man's hand
Hand filled up (He had his hand filled up)
Hand filled up