Текст песни Dying Gambler - Blind Willie McTell

I'll tell you of the poor young man
He gambled night and day
He fell sick down on his death bed
He tried but he could not breath

His friends have left him on by one
And he began to cry
Said, "Boys, oh boys, don't leave me now
For I believe I am going to die"

Now tell me where's that gambler (where's the gambler?)
I wonder where the poor man's gone
Tell me where's the gambler (where's the gambler?)
Lord, I wonder wher the poor man's gone

One man turned around and looked at him
And said to him, "Oh, well
I believe it myself you're going to die
And you're sure going to hell"

His body began to grow so weak
And his frame began to shake
He said to the man who ran the game
"I now see my mistake"

"I always thought I was a fool
My conscious had me told
While I was trying to be someone
The devil had won my soul"

Now tell me where's that gambler (where's the gambler?)
I wonder where the poor man's gone
Tell me where's the gambler (where's the gambler?)
Lord, I wonder wher the poor man's gone

Don't you take my body to no church house
Spend nothing on my remains
Somebody will think that I am faking it
In hell I'll be in pain

My dice and cards will be burning my hand
I can see it and I know it well
And gamblers, if you do not change
I'll meet you when you come to hell

Now tell me where's that gambler (where's the gambler?)
I wonder where the poor man's gone
Tell me where's the gambler (where's the gambler?)
Lord, I wonder wher the poor man's gone