On a dark and windy stormy night
Void from all elements of light
He rode in tired from a long cattle run
Stopped in town for a bit of whiskey fun
Life booming as he sat at the bar
Enjoying rest after coming so far
A maiden eyed his dusty apparel
Offering to him her bathing barrel
In her room he left his stetson hat
Back in the bar she sat upon his lap
As he held his gambling cards to stand
She secretly stole his winning hand
The horse that brought him into town
Now became her final winning crown
Sadly banished by gambling despair
His stetson was all he had left to wear
Today he sings of the Gambler's song
What he dreamed of doing all along
New fame and fortune is his to behold
By knowing when to hold and when to fold!
