One-Eyed Sam

Now once I knew a gambler down in Birmingham Folks used to call him old One-Eyed Sam He was a dice hustler and he couldn't lose He would yell "My baby needs a new pair of shoes" And throw a seven, and then eleven, and he always led his money right He'd throw a seven, another eleven, he had a roll like an ocean tide Now he'd fall right down on his knees And beg them snake eyes to stay where he please And throw a seven, and then eleven, and he raked the money to his side One night when Sam had made a dozen licks or more One of the heavy losers got mad and said "I know who's cheating but his name I won't shout But if he don't stop I'll shoot his good eye out" There came a seven, hey look out eleven And Sam he'd led his money right Another seven, and then eleven, he had a roll like an ocean tide Sam he said to the squaker "If you can't lose right Then you'd better go home and lock yourself in tight" And throw a seven, and then eleven, and he raked the money to his side Now Sam he kept on shooting like he heard him knock There came a loud report of a pistol shot I looked at Sam in time to see his eye go out As he fell to the floor I heard his last breath shout "Another seven, hey come on eleven" and just led the money right Another seven, and then eleven, he had a roll like an ocean tide Then Sam he looked up at us and said with a grin "There's a game down yonder that I'm gonna get in" And throw a seven, and then eleven, and he raked the money to his side