Number runner
Come to my door
I had swore
I wouldn’t play no more

He said, Madam
6-0-2
Looks like a likely
Hit for you

I said, Last night
I dreamed 7-0-3
He said, That might
Be a hit for me

He played a dime
I played, too
Then we boxed ’em
Wouldn’t you?

But the number that day
Was 3-2-6–
And we both was in
The same old fix

I said, I swear I
Ain’t gonna play no more
Till I get over
To the other shore–
Then I can play
On them golden streets
Where the number not only
Comes out–but repеats!

The runner said, Madam
That’s all very wеll–
But suppose
You goes to hell?