I'm a roving gambler,

voice; guitarsCollected by Parler and O'Bryant at Wild Cherry, Ark. Mr. Al Bittick Winkelman, Arizona September 3, 1958 Reel 359, Item 8 The Roving Gambler I'm a roving gambler, I gambled down in town, Wherever I meet with a deck of cards, I lie my money down. I gambled up in Washington, I gambled up in Spain, And it was down in Georgia That I gambled my last gain. I had not been in Washington Many more weeks than three When I fell in love with a pretty little girl Who fell in love with me. She took me in her parlor, She cooled me with her fan, She whispered low in her mother's ear, "I love that gambling man." "Daughter, dear daughter, Why do you treat me so? And leave your dear old mother And with a gambler go?" "Oh mother, dear mother, You know I love you well, But the love I have for that gambling man No human tongue can tell. "I hear a train a-comin', A-comin' round the curve. A-whistlin' and a-blowin'. And a-strainin' every nerve. "Oh mother, dear mother, I'll tell you if I can; If you ever see me comin' back again, I'll be with a gamblin' man."Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation