Shift in the time of day
When the night makes a way
Up in the sky
When sunset and Tennessee Fine set the scene
I can read the signs
I hear an Eldorado
I smell some Colorado
I’m pony golden holding open bottles
No Muddy River boats from here until the coast of Tunica
But if I was a
Chorus
Gambling Man
I’d bet/raise this drink in my hand
And/bet the southern sun don’t stand a chance
I’d double down that they both go down quickly and hit me
I’d let it ride
And let the good times roll tonight
Burn through my last dime
I’d make a wager that everything just
Started heating up
If I was a Gambling Man
V2
I’d start passing 7 and 7s
A round for everyone rolling in
And if the moon starts to light
And the shots all aline
I might even open a line up
If was a
Br
I hear an Eldorado
I smell some Colorado
Yeah I’d be on a redeye to Nevado
If I was a
