INTRO: Am C

Down on my luck again
My well of hope run dry
Only one game left in town
And I’m down to my last dime

CHORUS:
I put all my money on you
Put all my money on you
Might be the final thing I do
Put all my money on you

Travel with the queen of hearts
Tucked inside my vest
Lucky sevens up my sleeve
And fate will do the rest

CHORUS:
I put all my money on you
Put all my money on you
Might be the hardest thing I do
Put all my money on you

I can’t work that sugar cane
Or pick that cotton field
Hold the cards between my hands
And pray that they will yield

CHORUS:
Put all my money on you
Put all my money on you
Might be the smartest thing I do
Put all my money on you

Casey’s men chased me down again
Again I steal away
Make another deal with god
This is the last game that I play

CHORUS:
Put all my money on you
Put all my money on you
Might be the truest thing I do
Put all my money on you

INSTRUMENTAL: D Am G Am D Am G Am

Preacher says, I’m a sorry man
A present to the game
When I win it big enough
I’ll come to you again
When I win it big, my love
I’m comin’ home___

CHORUS:
Put all my money on you
Put all my money on you
Might be the finest thing I do
Put all my money on you
When my gambling days are through
Put all my money on you___

INTRO: Em G D C Em G D C

Shall I speak of my beloved
Shall I speak of beauty rare
A face that shone like silver
A heart that shone like gold
A love as sure as wings of angels
Come to claim their children home

Shall I tell a sad, sad story
Of when my love I last did see
A smile that left me lonely
A happy day it seemed
And now I see my sweet love only
Walking through my dangerous dreams

INSTRUMENTAL: Em G D Em G D Em G D C Em G D C

Spring comes ‘round with small white flowers
Blooming, lie for now on the vine
And each year that I see them
Come shining up at me
Like a love that seldom lasts forever
They soon will fade and cease to be

Ohh, take me with you when you leave
Ohh, oh
Ohh, oh
Ohh, oh

Shall I speak of my beloved
Shall I speak of beauty rare
A face that shone like silver
A heart that shone like gold
A love as sure as wings of angels
Come to claim their children home

OUTRO:
Ohh, oh
Ohh, oh
Ohh, oh