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Their eyes are down and the track looks slow
It don't look like a good thing
Your horse could jump it when the pack runs wild
It don't look like a sure thingYou must be crazy
To gamble this way
The kids are crying
And your bills ain't paid
Gamblin' man, ramblin' fool
I must be crazy to gamble on youThe deal is done so you slip right in
You got the depth but you can't win
The cards are cold and the cut feels thin
You got the deck but you can't winYou must be crazy
To gamble this way
The kids are hungry
And your brain ain't paid
Gamblin' man, ramblin' fool
I must be crazy to gamble on you
Gamblin' man, you're a ramblin' fool

I must be crazy to gamble on you

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Robert Brown (b 15 July 1910, Walnut Ridge, Arkansas – d 6 November 1966, Chicago), known professionally as Washboard Sam, was an American blues singer and musician. Reputedly the half-brother of Big Bill Broonzy, Brown moved to Memphis in the 1920s, performing as a street musician with Sleepy John Estes and Hammie Nixon. He then moved to Chicago in 1932, performing regularly with Broonzy, and appearing with him and other musicians including Memphis Slim and Tampa Red on innumerable recording sessions for Lester Melrose of Bluebird Records.

Read more about Washboard Sam on Last.fm.


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