One-Eyed Sam

Now once I knew a gambler down in Birmingham
 Folks used to call him old One-Eyed Sam
 He was a dice hustler and he couldn't lose
 He would yell "My baby needs a new pair of shoes"
 And throw a seven, and then eleven, and he always led his money right
 He'd throw a seven, another eleven, he had a roll like an ocean tide
 Now he'd fall right down on his knees
 And beg them snake eyes to stay where he please
 And throw a seven, and then eleven, and he raked the money to his side
 One night when Sam had made a dozen licks or more
 One of the heavy losers got mad and said
 "I know who's cheating but his name I won't shout
 But if he don't stop I'll shoot his good eye out"
 There came a seven, hey look out eleven
 And Sam he'd led his money right
 Another seven, and then eleven, he had a roll like an ocean tide
 Sam he said to the squaker "If you can't lose right
 Then you'd better go home and lock yourself in tight"
 And throw a seven, and then eleven, and he raked the money to his side
 Now Sam he kept on shooting like he heard him knock
 There came a loud report of a pistol shot
 I looked at Sam in time to see his eye go out
 As he fell to the floor I heard his last breath shout
 "Another seven, hey come on eleven" and just led the money right
 Another seven, and then eleven, he had a roll like an ocean tide
 Then Sam he looked up at us and said with a grin
 "There's a game down yonder that I'm gonna get in"
 And throw a seven, and then eleven, and he raked the money to his side