Jimmie Rodgers - Gambling bar room blues

^EmHo-ho-hay-hay.... The ^BGambling Bar Room ^EmBlues I ^Emwent down to the corner, just to meet my ^Amgal. I ^Emfound her standing on the sidewalk, ^Btalking to my ^Empal. I ^Emstrolled back to the bar room, to get another drink of ^Amgin. But the ^Emfirst thing I knew I was reeling, ^Brocking and drunk ^Emagain.

I ^Emkept drinking gin and liquor, 'til way up in the ^Amnight. When my ^Empal walked into the bar room, ^Bwe had an awful ^Emfight. I ^Emreached down for my razor, and then we knocked a^Amround. But ^Emwhen I pulled my pistol, I ^Bquickly smoked him ^Emdown.

I ^Emwent down to see my baby, and met her on the ^Amway, I ^Emtold her I'd have to leave her. ^BI told her I could not ^Emstay. I ^Emstarted down to the station, and stopped in at the ^Ambar. ^EmThere I met a policeman, ^Briding in a motor ^Emcar.

We ^Emboth drank lots of liquor, that flat footed cop and ^AmI. I ^Emthought he would never leave me. ^BLord, I thought I'd ^Emdie. My ^Embaby came in to join us, and then it began to ^Amrain. ^EmThen I had to hurry, hurry, to ^Bcatch that midnight ^Emtrain.

I ^Emlaid my head in the bar room door. I'll never get drunk any^Ammore. I ^Empawned my watch and my golden chain. I ^Bpawned my baby's diamond ^Emring. ^EmPolice, police, police, you're just as drunk as ^Amme. I'll ^Emgrab that old eight-wheeler, and ^Bmake for the deep blue ^Emsea-ee.