0 My mother called me to her bedside
These words she said to me,
“If you don't quit your ramblin' ways
Gonna get you to the penitentiary.”- poor boy!

So I set myself down in a gambling game
And I could not play my hand.
I was thinking about that woman I love
Run away with another man. - poor boy!

The cards came around the table, Lord,
And I had such a worried mind.
My sack of gold I wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine. - poor boy!

It wasn't very long till I seen him again,
He ran away, left her behind,
And I laid the man down with my old forty-four
And the judge gave me ninety-nine. - poor boy!

Well, the jury said that I had to pay
And the clerkhe wrote it down,
And the judge called oit my number
Two sixes upside down. - poor boy!

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