[04:02.00]Old man Bodey sits on his own by the side of the bar
[04:02.00]Drinking slowly, resting the boots that he's carried so far
[04:02.00]Once was a gambler, 5-card poker rambler,
[04:02.00]That the wise men knew as a slippery deal
[04:02.00]And the kids called Willie the King
[04:02.00]Sea behind me, fog's coming up on the river tonight,
[04:02.00]Just reminds me of smoke curling up in the yellowy light
[04:02.00]There's money on the table, took what I was able
[04:02.00]And spent my nights with a riverboat queen
[04:02.00]And she called me Willie the King
[04:02.00]Well I don't mind saying
[04:02.00]I've done my share of paying
[04:02.00]I've been so broken
[04:02.00]Sometimes it seemed that I'd never get back
[04:02.00]Watching their faces I was turning over aces
[04:02.00]Though they knew my name when the money was gone,
[04:02.00]They called me Willie the King
[04:02.00]Well I don't mind staying up all night just waiting
[04:02.00]Choosing a moment to play that card that could never be beat
[04:02.00]Old man Bodey, he's still growing roots by the side of the bar
[04:02.00]Drinking slowly, resting his gaze on the cinnamon jar
[04:02.00]He once was a gambler, five-card poker rambler,
[04:02.00]That the wise men knew as a slippery deal
[04:02.00]And the kids called Willie the King
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