The Gambler Lyrics

One day I woke to say

That today could be a better day

I put on a smile and I went on my way

And I lost my job the very same day

Can’t believe my luck’s so cold

These endless days they are getting old

When I needed help the beers were cold

So I drank my way into a better world

I’m six dollars short but my soul is clean

I need one more dime for the fruit machine

My kids will learn not to trust me

I’m the gambling man from New Orleans

Spent my time down at the race

You should’ve seen the look on an old friend’s face

When he’d seen how much I’d changed

I said I’m better off alone this way

When did living get so hard

I relied too much on the winning card

I sold my soul, I sold my heart

I sold my chance for a brand new start

I’m six dollars short but my soul is clean

I need one more dime for the fruit machine

My kids will learn not to trust me

I’m the gambling man from New Orleans

I wish my wife could’ve stayed

And for the first time I get down to pray

Forgive me lord I hear myself say

But can you spare me some change

I’m six dollars short but my soul is clean

I need one more dime for the fruit machine

My kids will learn to forget me

I’m the gambling man from New Orleans