Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The fate of a roving gambler
Is waiting down the bloodthirsty highway
The highway is my home, I'm a rambler
And I have to pay the Devil every day
[Verse 2]
Now if I should owe a friend a million dollars
He knows my guarantee is sound
If we should get hijacked by robbers
There'd be no big money layin' all around
[Verse 3]
I may be gone to the Devil
But I ain't rollin' over for you
If you've got a pistol in your pocket
I got my .38 Special too
[Verse 4]
Are you dancing for the payers of the piper?
Are you jumping through your party hoops for them?
You won't see any 9-5ers
At the tables of my poker playin' friends
[Verse 5]
So take your politician or your banker
Take your friendly health insurance man
I never met a coldhearted gambler
Could carry off a hustle like they can
[Verse 6]
I may be gone to the Devil
But I ain't rollin' over for you
If you've got a pistol in your pocket
I got my .38 Special too
Written by: Mark Knopfler
