The Gambling Man

My pocketbook full of money,
My friends are all standing around.
My pocketbook are empty
And I ain't got a friend to be mine (found)

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed little Bessy was dead.

Go dig me a hole in the meadow
Go dig me a hole in the ground.
Go dig me a hole in the meadow
When I lie this poor gambler down.

The first time I saw Darling Corie
She had a dram glass (in her hand)
Drinking away her trouble
And a-going with a gambling man.

The next time I saw darling Corie
She had a sweet smile on her face.
Drinking away her troubles
And a-going in another girl's place.

From Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, Sharp
Collected from Mrs. Clancy Deeton, NC 1918
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