Gambler's Yodel Songtext
von Doc Watson

Pretty mama′s gone, she went away from me
Lord, I think she's gone to sunny Tennessee
Oh Lord, that woman, she′s gonna be the death of me
She'll be the death of me


When my baby left, she left me in the rain
Talk about your trouble, talk about your pain
As I listen to the whistle on that lonesome train
Lord, on that lonesome train

Well, the lightning flashed and the thunder, it did roll
Yeah, the lightning flashed and the thunder, it did roll
Just like this trouble that's rolling through my soul
Have mercy on my soul

There comes a time when a gambler′s luck is gone
And when it comes, you better leave them dice alone
Some dirty rounder took my woman and my money and gone
Lord, he took my woman and gone