Sung by: Ollie Gilbert
Recorded in Mountain View, AR by George Fisher

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I am a roving gambler; I gamble down in town.
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards,
I lay my money down,
Lay my money down.

Gambled down in Washington, gambled down in Spain.
Going back to Georgia
To gamble my last game,
Gamble my last game.

Well, I hadn’t been in Washington many more weeks than three,
Then I fell in love with a pretty little girl,
And she fell in love with me,
She fell in love with me.

Took me in her parlor, cooled me with her fan,
Whispered low in her mother’s ear,
“I love the gambling man,
Love the gambling man.

“Mother, dear mother, you know I love you well.
But the love I have for the gambling man,
No human tongue can tell,
Human tongue can tell.”

“Daughter, oh, daughter, what makes you treat me so?
Leave your dear old mother,
And with the gambler go,
With the gambler go?”

“Mother, dear mother, do the best you can.
If you ever see me coming back again,
It’ll be with the gambling man.
I’ll be with the gambling man.”

Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #835, “The Guerrilla Man”; Brown, Vol. III, #49, “The Journeyman”; Belden, p. 376, “The Guerrilla Boy.”

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