playin' dominoes and shootin' dice

once i knowed a guitar picker

lived his life on wine and liquor

runnin' around in one of them new machines

he was about the proudest feelin'

wheelin'

dealin'

sneakin'

stealin'

aggravatin' man i've ever seen

nothin' but a midnight rambler

biggest drunkard and a gambler

he'd do anything that wasn't nice

huntin'

golfin'

fishin'

swimmin'

runnin' around with other women

playin' dominoes and shootin' dice

then one night as he was dinin'

while the moon was brightly shinin'

with his secret love he was so gay

he would laugh and call her 'honey' while she proudly spent his money

as they hugged and smooched the time away

laughin'

jokin'

dinin'

dancin'

plannin' parties and romancin'

havin' fun regardless of the price

eatin' caviar and chicken

strummin' his guitar and pickin'

playin' dominoes and shootin' dice

then his wife walked in and found him with that pretty girl around him

started makin' headway for the gate

when he seen those girls dividin'

he commenced to slip and slidin'

but he seemed to know it was too late

crowds began to gettin' thinner

they jumped up and left their dinner

no one seemed to have an appetite

not a person dare defend her

everyone jumped out the window

no one hung around to see the fight

then she grabbed him by the collar

he commenced to squeal and holler

as she plastered him betwixt the eyes

and then his old guitar she swung it

o'er his head she proudly hung it

bruises

knots and bumps began to rise

he leapt up and tried to squeeze her

but she warped 'cross the beezer

pulled a pistol and shot him once or twice

when the wicked fight was over

he was laid beneath the clover

no more dominoes and shootin' dice