اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Like water slippin’ thru my hands
You keep running off with Sam
I don’t know where you going and I don't care
Run to the graveyard, I’ll see you there
You got your momma’s eyes and your daddy’s nose
But you got the devil way down in your soul
Rooster crows in the dead of night
Look to my left and jump to my right
Fire a commin’ way down the road
When lord made you, he broke the mold
Cents on the dollar and a dollar to my name
Since I met you I ain’t been the same
Lord I'm so tire of my gamblin’ man
Runs out of town, he don’t give a damn
If I could, I’d just get up and leave
But he’s really got a hold of me
Birds of a feather gonna flock together
And I guess it ain’t gonna get much better than my
Gamblin’ man from Tennessee
With his momma’s eyes and his daddy’s ways
And the devil way down in his soul
Lord I'm so tired I haven't slept all week
I climbed the mountain top
Oh I’ve just reached the peak
Think I may jump right on in
Cause nothin’ can satisfy him
It’s a pauper’s game he’s playin’ with my heart
A killer bee sting is worse than his bark
I ain’t gonna buy those lies that he sells
With his momma’s eyes and his daddy’s nose
And the devil way down in his soul
