Gamblin Man

I met a gamblin’ man, I cooled him with my fan He’d just come in from Carroll, but only for a night or two And he was on a roll, shining like Pharaoh’s gold. He said Why don’cha put your little hand in the hand of the Gamblin’ Man Now if I lose, if I lose, let me lose, let me lose. If I lose, if I lose, let me lose. So I went to Mama’s house, yeah she tried to talk me out As she broke down hard ‘bout the houses in New Orleans She said you gotta listen Pearl, Hey you’re just a Jackson girl Now don’t you put your little hand in the hand of the Gamblin’ Man Now if I lose, if I lose, let me lose, let me lose. If I lose, if I lose, let me lose. And when my Dad got home, and gathered what was going on There was something in the color of his eyes went from sky to sea He said he’s going to treat you sweet and then he’ll leave you on Bourbon Street Now don’t you put your little hand in the hand of the Gamblin’ Man But if I lose, if I lose, let me lose, let me lose. If I lose, if I lose, let me lose. But maybe I’m a gambler too And that’s why I love the Gamblin’ man, I love to cool him with my fan There ain’t nothing in this world makes a girl feel like a queen Yeahhh And when he’s on a roll, and shining like Pharaoh’s gold I’m gonna put my little hand in the hand of the Gamblin’ Man Heyyyyyy I’m gonna put my little hand in the hand of the Gamblin’ Man