Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Lead Vocals
Harvey Newmark
Harvey Newmark
Bass
John Sumner
John Sumner
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Eggers
Kevin Eggers
Producer

Lyrics

Well, the wicked King of Clubs awoke And it was to his queen he turned His lips were laughing as they spoke His eyes like bullets burned The sun's upon a gambling day His queen smiled low and blissfully Let's make some wretched fool to play Plain it was she did agree He send his deuce down into diamond His four to hart and his trey to spade Three kings with their legions come Preparations soon were made They voted club the days commander Gave him an army face and number All but the outlaw Jack of Diamonds And the aces in the sky Well, he gave his sevens first instructions "Spirit me a game of stud" Stakes unscarred by limitation 'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mudd Club filled Gold with greedy vapors 'Til his long, green eyes did glow And Mud was left with the sighs and trembles Watching his hard earned money go Flushes fell on Gold like water Tens they paired and paired again But the aces only flew through heaven And the Diamond Jack called no man friend Now the Diamond Queen saw Mudd's ordeal Began to think of her long lost son Fell to her knees with a mother's mercy And prayed to the angels every one Now, the Diamond Queen, she prayed and prayed And the Diamond Angel filled Mudd's hole The wicked King of Clubs himself Fell face down in front of Gold Now, three kings come to Clubs command But the angels from the sky did ride Three kings up on the streets of Gold Three fireballs on the muddy side The club queen heard her husband's call But Lord, that Queen of Diamond's joy When the outlaw in the heavenly hall Turned out to be a wandering boy Now Mudd, he checked and Gold bet all And Mudd, he raised and Gold did call And the smile just melted on his face When Mudd turned over that diamond ace Now, here's what this story's told If you feel like Mudd, you'll end up Gold If you feel like lost, you'll end up found So amigo, lay them raises down
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