Letras
You ask me why I ramble, ask me why I roam
Ask me why I run around, never have had a home
My daddy was a rounder and he gambled all over the land
I'm just a chip from the same old block
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man
Just a natural-born gamblin' man
I can throw a seven and follow with eleven
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man
Now one night down in Memphis, I met old one-eyed Sam
Said, "Come here, little Travis, let's have
A little game," so I laid the money down
But he slipped one off of the bottom
And I seen him when he got his hand
So I pulled my gun and I mowed him down
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man
They hauled me into Nashville, of course, and throwed me in a cell
They give me a number instead of a name, a number that I love so well
Three sevens and eleven, haha, that's a good hand, huh?
I knowed right then that I'd won again
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man
Just a natural-born gamblin' man
Well, I can roll that seven and follow with eleven
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man
Now the day that I got my pardon, the warden said to me
"Now son, take my advice, quit shootin'
Them dice and let that old gamblin' be"
I said, "Look here, Mr. Warden, let's me and you just play one hand
And I'll bet you ten that you can't
Win, I'm a natural-born gamblin' man"
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man
Just a natural-born gamblin' man
Jody picked the cotton in the forks of the branch
I'm a natural-born gamblin' man