Bring The Money Home - Patrick Sweany

Well Ol' Sally was a gambling gale

Gambling gale, gambling gale

You know that Sally was a gambling gale

She brought her money home

Well Bobby lost money lord shootin' dice

Shooting dice shooting dice

And Bobby lost money lord shootin' dice

Didn’t bring no money home

Going away to leave crying won’t make me stay

Not one day

I’m going away to leave and crying won’t make me stay

And I bring my money home

Here we go

I’m going to hot springs and I can’t take you

I can’t take ya

I’m going to hot springs and I can’t take you

Well I bring my money home

I had a little woman and I asked her to dance

And I asked her, real nice

I had a little woman and I asked her to dance

She walked right out the door

Little girl, little girl, how old are you?

How old are you baby?

Little girl, little girl, how old are you?

Ya ain’t 19 years old

I’m on the racetrack and I won’t be back

I won’t be back

Going to the racetrack won’t be back

'Till I bring my money home

Here’s I going

I’m going away to leave and crying won’t make me stay

Not one day

I’m going away to leave and crying won’t make me stay

Till I bring my money home

Had a drink of liquor and a little bit of wine

Just a taste

I had a drink of liquor and a little bit of wine

And I stay drunk all the time

Going to hot springs and I can’t take you

I already told you

I’m going to hot springs and I can’t take you

Well I bring my money home

Been out all night ain’t slept none yet

Not a wink, what you think?

Been out all night ain’t slept none yet

'till I bring my money home

Well Ol' Sally was a gambling gale

Gambling gale, gambling gale

You know that Sally was a gambling gale

She brought her money home

Well Bobby lost money lord shootin' dice

Shooting dice shooting dice

And Bobby lost money did-a-lil' shootin' dice

Didn’t bring no money home