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Lirik The Darktown Poker Club - Jimmy Dean (originally by Bert Williams)


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Bill Jackson was a poor old dubAnd he joined the Darktown Poker ClubAnd he cursed the day he ever said he'd joinHis money'd go like it had wingsWhen he had Queen, someone had KingAnd each night he'd contribute all his coinsHe said, "I'll play 'em tight tonightNo bobtail flush gonna make me biteAnd when I go in, buddy, my hand'll be a peach"Well, he played 'em tight, but he lost his pileAnd old Bill got peevish after a whileAnd he rose, looked all around, and made this speech:
Now, you see this brand new razor? I had it sharpened just todayAnd I'm gonna tell you some brand new rules that you gonna follow when you playKeep your hands above the table when you're dealing, pleaseDon't be sticking none of them aces down there between your kneesDon't go making them funny signs like you trying to tip off your handYou just keep talking in American, sonny boy, so old Bill can understandDon't be dealing off the bottom of the deck, 'cause ooh, boy, that's roughAnd remember, in poker, friends, you get five, that's enoughWhen you bet, put up them chips, 'cause I don't like it when you shyWhen you're broke, go out and get some, 'cause I'm gonna be here by and byYou pass them cards for old Bill to cut every time before you dealAnd then if there's anything wrong, I'm gonna seeNow you ain't gon' play this game according to Mr. Hoyle, friendYou're gon' play this game according to me
Now sitting right there in that little clanThere chanced to be a one-eyed manOld Bill kept on watching him out of the corner of his eyeIf this one-eyed man'd deal 'em thenHe'd lose old Bill another five or tenAnd Bill rose, and looked around, and with a sighHe said, "Lord, it's an awful shameBut there's somebody cheating in this here gameNow, of course, it ain't gon' do for me to name the guySo I'll refrain from mentioning the party's nameBut if I catch him cheating just once againI'm gonna take my fist and close that other eye"
You see this brand new razor? I had it sharpened just todayAnd I'm gonna pass out some brand new rules you'll follow when you playKeep them bony fingers on the table when you're dealing, pleaseDon't be sticking none of them aces down there between your kneesDon't be making none of them funny signs like you trying to tip off your handYou just keep talking in American, big A-A-A, and then I'll understandDon't be dealing off the bottom of the deck, friend, 'cause ooh, that's roughAnd remember, friend, five cards, oh, that's enoughWhen you bet, put up them chips, 'cause I don't like it when you shyWhen you're broke, go out and get some dough, I'm gonna be here by and byYou pass them cards for me to cut every time before you dealAnd then if there's anything wrong, good neighbor, I'm gonna seeNow you ain't gonna play this game according to HoyleYou gonna play this game according to me
Floyd, if you pass that new deck of bicyles, we'll go on from here