Текст песни Gamblin Man - John E Vistic

Well the world has many harvests of steel and oil and gold
Warehouses full of trinkets ready to be sold
From the opium dens of Shanghai to bars in Kandahar
Them poppy fields providing the silver in the jar

Gambling Man, Gambling Man
Well the Lord made me a Gambling Man

Pound stretching creditors I lie upon your rack
I pour the wine and wander is this Judas on my back
Cos the devil's in the detail and the night is growing old
There's always one more thing to lose, to have is not to hold

Gambling Man, Gambling Man
The Lord made me a Gambling Man

So I make another wager, spread bet or a song
I watch them dices tumble, you know the six is never wrong
Cos I seen the shining mountain in the bottom of a glass
The news upon the widescreen is the thing that will not last

Cos I bet upon the dogs and donkeys
Democrats of spin
On endless bar-room brawlers
High rollers and their kin
But no matter who is President
No Matter who is King
The chance is in the numbers
And its the Gambling Man will win

Gambling Man, Gambling Man
The Lord made me a Gambling Man
Gambling Man, Gambling Man
The Lord made me a Gambling Man