I bet my money and I lost it, Lord, it's so
When you get in Denver, pretty mama, look around for me
Mmm, lost it, ain't it so?
That joker stole off with that long-haired brown of mine
Well, I wanna go home, but I ain't got sufficient clothes
Doggone my bad luck soul
I ain't seen my sugar, three long weeks today
Doggone my bad luck soul
The woman I love's 'bout five feet from the ground
I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe
Sugar, you catch that Katy and I'll catch that Santa Fe
Mmm, Lord, that Santa Fe
Doggone my bad luck soul
Doggone my bad luck soul
Wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes
I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today
She's a tailor-made woman, she ain't no hand-me-down
Five feet from the, I mean ground
Three long weeks to, I mean day, girl
Doggone my bad luck soul
Hey, five feet from the ground
I'm gonna run 'cross town, catch that southbound Santa Fe
I mean lost it, speakin' about so, now
I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe
Mmm, why don't you quit tryin'?
Mama, I can't gamble, son, why don't you quit tryin'?
I'll never bet on the deuce-trey-queen no more
Why don't you quit, I mean tryin'?
I mean sufficient, talking about clothes
It's been so long, seems like my heart's gonn' break
Sugar, you catch the Katy, I'll catch that Santa Fe
Doggone my bad luck soul
