The Gambling Man

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The Gambling Man-Sister O. M. Terrell
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SOLO

I wonder where's that gambler, that gambling man
I wonder where's that gambler, I wonder where that poor man's gone
Ain't it a awful pity? Very, very sad
Mother's son was a gambler, lost all the son she had
I wonder where that gambling man
I wonder where, I wonder where that poor man's gone
The poor man said to his friends,
"Come, come and take me home.
I feel sick and very bad,
I don't want to go alone."
I wonder where, Lord, the gambling man, my Lord,
I wonder where that gambler, I wonder where that poor man gone

SOLO

Taken, the poor man to the door, he said,
"Stop, let me rest. Praise, Lord been through me,
Seem like it's gonna take my breath."
Well I wonder where that gambler
I wonder where that poor mans' gone
Well they taken the poor man in his room
Well, they laid him on the bed
He called for a cool drink of water,
"Put a towel to my head."
I wonder where that gambling man
I wonder where that gambler, well,
I wonder where the poor man gone

SOLO

Well, mother, she ran out of the door
Hollering, screaming and crying
"My son's been gambling all night long,
Now I believe he's going to die."
I wonder where that gambling man
I wonder where, I wonder where the poor man's gone
(My Lord, oh yes, My Lord, whoo, yes, Lord)

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