| [00:08.920] | Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day |
| [00:11.640] | And he used crooked cards and dice |
| [00:15.080] | He was a son of guy, good hearted but he had no soul |
| [00:18.120] | Jesse's heart was hard and cold like ice |
| [00:22.100] | Jesse was a wild reckless gambler |
| [00:24.240] | He won a gang of change |
| [00:26.170] | Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain |
| [00:37.690] | Jesse began to spend and loose his money |
| [00:39.060] | He began to be blue, sad and all alone |
| [00:42.470] | What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone |
| [00:45.630] | Sweet Lorena packed up and gone |
| [00:50.100] | And the police walked up and they shot my friend Jesse down, boy |
| [00:53.820] | He got to die someday |
| [00:56.360] | He had a gang, gang and gamblers at his bedside |
| [01:01.680] | And here are the words he had to say |
| [01:04.280] | I guess I ought to know |
| [01:07.160] | Exactly how I want to go |
| [01:10.900] | Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers |
| [01:14.220] | Let 'em be veiled down in black |
| [01:17.460] | I want nine men going to the graveyard, buddy |
| [01:20.580] | I want eight men coming back |
| [01:24.620] | I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side |
| [01:28.360] | Crooked card printed on my hearse |
| [01:34.760] | My life has been a doggone curse |
| [01:51.320] | Well, well, well, well |
| [01:53.120] | Send poker players to the graveyard, buddy |
| [01:55.050] | Dig my grave with the ace of spades |
| [01:58.860] | I want twelve polices in my funeral march |
| [02:02.300] | High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade |
| [02:05.440] | I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me fourty times |
| [02:09.050] | Put a pair of dice in my shoes, what else |
| [02:13.360] | Let a deck of cards be my tombstone, buddy |
| [02:15.680] | I got the dying crapshooter |
| [02:35.880] | Sixteen real good crapshooters |
| [02:38.820] | Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song |
| [02:42.240] | I want sixteen racket men gamblin' |
| [02:44.720] | Couple tend bar while I'm rollin' along |
| [02:48.770] | He wanted twenty two womens outta the Hampton Hotel |
| [02:52.900] | He wanted twenty six off-a South Bell |
| [02:55.600] | He wanted twenty nine women outta North Atlanta |
| [02:58.860] | Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell |
| [03:02.400] | Well his heart was aching and his head was thumping |
| [03:06.150] | Little Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin' |
| [03:10.320] | Folks, don't be standing 'round ol' Jesse dying |
| [03:12.880] | He wants everybody to do the Charleston whiles he gone |
| [03:17.600] | One foot up, and a toenail dragging |
| [03:20.640] | Throw my friend Jesse in the hoodoo wagon |
| [03:24.280] | Come here mama with that can of booze |
| [03:27.070] | I got the dyin’ crapshooter's, blues |
| [03:30.700] | The dyin’ crapshooter's blues |
| [03:33.910] | The dyin’ crapshooter |
| [00:08.920] | Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day |
| [00:11.640] | And he used crooked cards and dice |
| [00:15.080] | He was a son of guy, good hearted but he had no soul |
| [00:18.120] | Jesse' s heart was hard and cold like ice |
| [00:22.100] | Jesse was a wild reckless gambler |
| [00:24.240] | He won a gang of change |
| [00:26.170] | Altho' a many gambler' s heart he led in pain |
| [00:37.690] | Jesse began to spend and loose his money |
| [00:39.060] | He began to be blue, sad and all alone |
| [00:42.470] | What broke Jesse' s heart while he was blue and all alone |
| [00:45.630] | Sweet Lorena packed up and gone |
| [00:50.100] | And the police walked up and they shot my friend Jesse down, boy |
| [00:53.820] | He got to die someday |
| [00:56.360] | He had a gang, gang and gamblers at his bedside |
| [01:01.680] | And here are the words he had to say |
| [01:04.280] | I guess I ought to know |
| [01:07.160] | Exactly how I want to go |
| [01:10.900] | Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers |
| [01:14.220] | Let ' em be veiled down in black |
| [01:17.460] | I want nine men going to the graveyard, buddy |
| [01:20.580] | I want eight men coming back |
| [01:24.620] | I want a gang of gamblers gathered ' round my coffinside |
| [01:28.360] | Crooked card printed on my hearse |
| [01:34.760] | My life has been a doggone curse |
| [01:51.320] | Well, well, well, well |
| [01:53.120] | Send poker players to the graveyard, buddy |
| [01:55.050] | Dig my grave with the ace of spades |
| [01:58.860] | I want twelve polices in my funeral march |
| [02:02.300] | High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade |
| [02:05.440] | I want the judge and solic' ter who jailed me fourty times |
| [02:09.050] | Put a pair of dice in my shoes, what else |
| [02:13.360] | Let a deck of cards be my tombstone, buddy |
| [02:15.680] | I got the dying crapshooter |
| [02:35.880] | Sixteen real good crapshooters |
| [02:38.820] | Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song |
| [02:42.240] | I want sixteen racket men gamblin' |
| [02:44.720] | Couple tend bar while I' m rollin' along |
| [02:48.770] | He wanted twenty two womens outta the Hampton Hotel |
| [02:52.900] | He wanted twenty six offa South Bell |
| [02:55.600] | He wanted twenty nine women outta North Atlanta |
| [02:58.860] | Know little Jesse didn' t pass out so swell |
| [03:02.400] | Well his heart was aching and his head was thumping |
| [03:06.150] | Little Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin' |
| [03:10.320] | Folks, don' t be standing ' round ol' Jesse dying |
| [03:12.880] | He wants everybody to do the Charleston whiles he gone |
| [03:17.600] | One foot up, and a toenail dragging |
| [03:20.640] | Throw my friend Jesse in the hoodoo wagon |
| [03:24.280] | Come here mama with that can of booze |
| [03:27.070] | I got the dyin' crapshooter' s, blues |
| [03:30.700] | The dyin' crapshooter' s blues |
| [03:33.910] | The dyin' crapshooter |
| [00:08.920] | Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day |
| [00:11.640] | And he used crooked cards and dice |
| [00:15.080] | He was a son of guy, good hearted but he had no soul |
| [00:18.120] | Jesse' s heart was hard and cold like ice |
| [00:22.100] | Jesse was a wild reckless gambler |
| [00:24.240] | He won a gang of change |
| [00:26.170] | Altho' a many gambler' s heart he led in pain |
| [00:37.690] | Jesse began to spend and loose his money |
| [00:39.060] | He began to be blue, sad and all alone |
| [00:42.470] | What broke Jesse' s heart while he was blue and all alone |
| [00:45.630] | Sweet Lorena packed up and gone |
| [00:50.100] | And the police walked up and they shot my friend Jesse down, boy |
| [00:53.820] | He got to die someday |
| [00:56.360] | He had a gang, gang and gamblers at his bedside |
| [01:01.680] | And here are the words he had to say |
| [01:04.280] | I guess I ought to know |
| [01:07.160] | Exactly how I want to go |
| [01:10.900] | Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers |
| [01:14.220] | Let ' em be veiled down in black |
| [01:17.460] | I want nine men going to the graveyard, buddy |
| [01:20.580] | I want eight men coming back |
| [01:24.620] | I want a gang of gamblers gathered ' round my coffinside |
| [01:28.360] | Crooked card printed on my hearse |
| [01:34.760] | My life has been a doggone curse |
| [01:51.320] | Well, well, well, well |
| [01:53.120] | Send poker players to the graveyard, buddy |
| [01:55.050] | Dig my grave with the ace of spades |
| [01:58.860] | I want twelve polices in my funeral march |
| [02:02.300] | High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade |
| [02:05.440] | I want the judge and solic' ter who jailed me fourty times |
| [02:09.050] | Put a pair of dice in my shoes, what else |
| [02:13.360] | Let a deck of cards be my tombstone, buddy |
| [02:15.680] | I got the dying crapshooter |
| [02:35.880] | Sixteen real good crapshooters |
| [02:38.820] | Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song |
| [02:42.240] | I want sixteen racket men gamblin' |
| [02:44.720] | Couple tend bar while I' m rollin' along |
| [02:48.770] | He wanted twenty two womens outta the Hampton Hotel |
| [02:52.900] | He wanted twenty six offa South Bell |
| [02:55.600] | He wanted twenty nine women outta North Atlanta |
| [02:58.860] | Know little Jesse didn' t pass out so swell |
| [03:02.400] | Well his heart was aching and his head was thumping |
| [03:06.150] | Little Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin' |
| [03:10.320] | Folks, don' t be standing ' round ol' Jesse dying |
| [03:12.880] | He wants everybody to do the Charleston whiles he gone |
| [03:17.600] | One foot up, and a toenail dragging |
| [03:20.640] | Throw my friend Jesse in the hoodoo wagon |
| [03:24.280] | Come here mama with that can of booze |
| [03:27.070] | I got the dyin' crapshooter' s, blues |
| [03:30.700] | The dyin' crapshooter' s blues |
| [03:33.910] | The dyin' crapshooter |
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