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St. John the Gambler - Townes Van Zandt



     
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When she had twenty years she turned to her mother
Saying mother, I know that you'll grieve
But I've given my soul to St. John the gambler
Tomorrow comes time to leaveFor the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
And dead men lie deep 'round the door
The only salvation that's mine for the asking
So mother, think on me no moreAn' winter held high 'round the mountains breast
And the cold of a thousand snows
Lay heaped upon the forests leaf
But she dressed in calicoFor a gambler likes his women fancy
Fancy she would be
And the fire of her longing would keep 'way the cold
And her dress was a sight to seeBut the road was long beneath the feet
She followed her frozen breath
In search of a certain St. John the gambler
Stumbling to her deathShe heard his laughter right down from the mountains
And danced with her mothers tears
To a funeral drawn a calico

'Neath the cross of twenty yearsTo a funeral drawn a calico
'Neath the cross of twenty years

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Townes Van Zandt (John Townes Van Zandt, born at Fort Worth, Texas, March 7, 1944 and died at Smyrna, Tennessee, January 1, 1997). He was a country and folk singer and poet. While alive, Van Zandt was labelled as a cult musician. Though he had a small and devoted fanbase, he never had a successful album or single, and even had difficulty keeping his recordings in print. Many of his songs, including "If I Needed You," "To Live Is To Fly," and "No Place to Fall" are considered standards of their genre. AllMusic has called him "one of the greatest country and folk artists of his generation."

Read more about Townes Van Zandt on Last.fm.


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