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Steve Earle - Mr. Mudd and Mr. Gold



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Well the wicked king of clubs awoke

And it was to his queen turned

His lips were laughing as they spoke

His eyes like bullets burned



The sun's upon a gambling day

His queen smiled low and blissfully

Let's make some wretched fool to play

Plain it was she did agree



He send his deuce down into diamond

His four to hart, and his trey to spade

Three kings with their legions come

Preparations soon where made



They voted club the days commander

Gave him an army face and number

All but the outlaw jack of diamonds

And the aces in the sky



Well, he gave his sevens first instructions

Spirit me a game of stud

Stakes unscarred by limitation

Between a man named Gold and man named Mud



Club filled Gold with greedy vapors

Till his long, green eyes did