Well, shooting them high dice
And that woman a-mine
Caused me to wear poor and beat
In the cold winter time
Now, all a-you men better
Take my advise
Just hold to your money
Stop shootin' high dice
(instrumental)
Now, most ev'ry woman
In the neighborhood
Will get all your money
An don't mean you no good
When she get all, you're banned
You think ya g'win her home
You go there the next night
Something goin' on wrong
(guitar & fiddle)
Now, this has caused me
To live in a strain
Have spent all m'money
And it was in vain
But if f'ever gets my hands on
A dollar again
I'm gonna hold on to-oo it
That's my only friend.