Lyrics:

(Chip Taylor)

And his love will be his vision and he'll take you where you stand
And will you stand your life by his and help the boy become a man
Will he be the son of his father his father the teacher
Teaching love and honesty and being his own man handler
Or the son of the son of a run-of-the-mill rotten rotten gambler.

Will the devil be gettin' to you as you look back over what you've done
And what you've done was it for reason or for rhyme or was it just for fun
Will he be the son of his father his father the teacher
Teaching love and honesty and being his own man handler
Or the son of the son of a run-of-the-mill rotten rotten gambler.

Back on the road now you can lose your head
There ain't no kingdom for the gambling man
You know the road now and you've made your stand
When his eyes shine upon you shine upon you
Will he be the son of his father his father the teacher
Teaching love and honesty and being his own man handler
Or the son of the son of a run-of-the-mill rotten rotten gambler.

Back on the road nowBack on the road now you can lose your head
There ain't no kingdom for the gambling man
You know the road now and you've made your stand
When his eyes shine upon you shine upon you
Will he be the son of his father his father the teacher
Teaching love and honesty and being his own man handler
Or the son of the son of a run-of-the-mill rotten rotten gambler.

Will he be the son of his father the teacher
Teaching love and honesty and being his own man handler
Or the son of the son of a run-of-the-mill rotten rotten gambler