Malcolm Holcombe - High Rollin' Gambler lyrics

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Malcolm Holcombe - High Rollin' Gambler lyrics

Daddy was a high rollin' gambler Raised fightin' co*ks deep in the hills He was a poker playin' hard drivin' man Gave momma hundred dollar bills He drove the bus durin' world war two Didn't charge folks mosta the time Thomas built buses and flexibles They were painted red and white He played poker with the boys on sunday nights In the back of a broken down bus Smokin' lucky strikes with a zippo lighter Shakin' hands with a royal flush Daddy was a high rollin' gambler Raised fightin' co*ks deep in the hills He was a poker playin' hard drivin' man Gave momma hundred dollar bills He wore ol spice aftershave for a fact Didnt like them crazy wide ties Took my mama out a dancin' Doe see doe on a saturday night He could drive a bus thru a key hole Like purt n'er fallin' offa log Bostonian shoes and little dab'll do ya A lil dabba do you fine Daddy was a high rollin' gambler Raised fightin' co*ks deep in the hills He was a poker playin' hard drivin' man Gave momma hundred dollar bills But the morphine tubes and the needles Didnt help his misery Dem roosters cards and the money Musta danced inside his brain Daddy suffered long and he suffered hard Til he took his final breath He talked to God and the preachers too But the family always said what'd they say Daddy was a high rollin' gambler Raised fightin' co*ks deep in the hills He was a poker playin' hard drivin' man Gave momma hundred dollar bills Daddy was a high rollin' gambler Raised fightin' co*ks deep in the hills He was a poker playin' hard drivin' man Gave momma hundred dollar bills