The fate of a roving gambler

Is waiting down the bloodthirsty highway

The highway is my home
I'm a rambler
And I have to pay the devil every day

Now if I should owe a friend a million dollars

He knows my guarantee is sound

If we should get hijacked by robbers
There'd be no big money laying all around

I may be gone to the devil

But I ain't rollin' over for you

If you've got a pistol in your pocket
I've got my .38 Special too

Are you dancing for the payers of the piper
Are you jumping through
your party hoops for them

You won't see any nine to fivers
At the tables of my poker playing friends

So take your politician or your banker

Take your friendly health insurance man

I never met a cold hearted gambler

Could carry off a hustle like they can

I may be gone to the devil

But I ain't rollin' over for you

If you've got a pistol in your pocket
I've got my .38 Special too