Chords for The Hustling Gamblers

_ _ _ _ _ Well, come all you hustlin' _ gamblers, _ Well, I've got the money for to spend
Tomorrow, _ maybe Sunday, _ And I neither have a [E] dollar nor [A] a friend
Well, it's yonder stand, little Corrie, Well, she's on the bank of the sea
[Am] Drinking down her troubles, _ With a [E] banjo on [A] her knee _ _
Well, this old jailhouse is haunted, And its money would [A] pay my fine
[Am] Whiskey has [A] surrounded my body, Pretty women [E] is troubling my [A] mind
_ Well, it's, boys, if you don't quit your drinking, _ _ Someday you will be just like me
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Working [A] out your living in the _ _ penitentiary
_ Well, if I had listened to my mother, _ Well, I wouldn't have been here _ today
[Am] It's drinking [A] and gambling and shooting, Well, it's home [E] I cannot _ [A] stay
Wake up, wake up, little Corrie, What makes you sleep so [Am] sound?
When I hear [A] them marshals coming _ To tear our still house down
Well, it's hush, you're bawling and squalling, _ Seems like everybody's gone mad
[Am] Come raise [A] the lid off of my coffin, _ Here lays a [E] poor gambler [A] dead
_ It's whiskey and pretty women, _ Has caused me to stray
If [Am] I'd listened to my mother, _ I wouldn't have [E] been here [A] today
Go put my dice in my coffin, _ Go scatter my cards all around
Have ten pretty girls to dance around my grave As I lay [E] this poor [A] gambler down
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