Written by Townes Van Zandt
Well, the wicked king of clubs awoke
And it was to his queen he turned
His lips were laughing as they spoke
His eyes like bullets burned
The suns upon a gambling day
His queen smiled low and blissfully
Lets make some wretched fool to pay
Plain it was she did agree
He sent his Deuce down into diamond
His four to heart and his tray to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon were 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 a man named Mudd
Club filled gold with greedy vapours
Till his long green eyes did glow
And mudd was left with sighs and trembles
Watching his hard earned money go
Flushes fell on Gold like water
Tens they paired and paired again
But the aces only flew through heaven
And the diamond jack called no man’s friend
Now the diamond queen saw Mudd’s ordeal
Began to think of her long lost son
Fell to her knees with a mothers mercy
And prayed to the angels every one
Now the diamond queen she prayed and prayed
And the diamond angel filled Muds hole
The wicked king of clubs himself
fell face down in front of Gold
Now three kings come to clubs command,
but the angels in the sky did ride
Three kings up on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the Muddy side
The club queen heard her husbands call,
but lord that queen of diamonds joy
When the outlaw in the heavenly hall
Turned out to be a wandering boy
Now Mudd he checked and Gold bet all
And Mudd he raised and Gold did call
And the smile just melted off his face
When Mudd turned over that diamond ace
Now here’s what the story’s told
If you feel like Mud you’ll end up Gold
If you feel like lost you’ll end up found
So amigo lay them raises down
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