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St. John the Gambler
[Verse 1]
When she had twenty years well she turned to her mother
Saying mother, I know thatâ
you'llâ
grieve
But I've givenâ
my soul to St. John theâ
gambler
Tomorrow comes time to leave
For the hills cannot hold backâmyâsorrowâforever
And dead menâlie deep 'roundâthe door
Oh the only salvation that's mine for the asking
So mother, think on me no more
[Verse 2]
And winter held high 'round the mountains breast
And the cold of a thousand snows
Lay heaped upon the forest lea
But she dressed in calico
For a gambler likes his women fancy
Fancy she would be
And the fire of her longing would keep 'way the cold
And her dress was a sight to see
[Verse 3]
But the road was long beneath her feet
She followed her frozen breath
In search of a certain St. John the gambler
Stumbling to her death
She heard his laughter right down from the mountains
And danced with her motherâs tears
To a funeral drone a calico
'Neath the cross of twenty years
To a funeral drone a calico
'Neath the cross of twenty years