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Songs of the West

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Track 10: JACK OF DIAMONDS

This common gambling lyric, in an uncommon form, as learned from an old record by Jules Verne Allen.

Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, I know you of old 
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold.

It's whiskey you villain, you've been my down-fall
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me but I love you for all.

Oh baby oh baby I've told you before
You make me a pallet I'll lay on the floor.

Your parents don't like me they say I'm too poor, 
They say I'm not worthy to enter your door.

They say I drink whiskey but my money's my own, 
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone.

It's beefsteak when I'm hungry rye whiskey when I'm dry
Greenbacks when I'm hard-up and heaven when I die.

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry,
If I can't get rye whiskey I surely will die.

Oh baby oh baby I've told you before
To make me a pallet, I'll lay on the floor.

I'll build me a castle on yonder mountain high
Where my true love can see me as she goes riding by.

Where my true love can see me and help me to mourn 
For I'm just a young cowboy and a long way from home.

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
I would dive to the bottom to get one sweet sup.

But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't no duck, 
So I'll play Jack of Diamonds and try to change my luck.

Oh baby oh baby I've told you before
To make me a pallet I'll lay on the floor.

I've rambled I've gambled all my money away
So it's on the old cow-trail now Molly I must stay.

It's on the old cow-trail now Molly I must roam 
For I'm just a young cowboy and a long way from home.

Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds, I know you of old,
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold.

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey I know I must die.

Oh baby oh baby I've told you before,
To make me a shake down I'll lay on the floor.