Gambling man

i am a gambling man
broken by the world again
i’m not what i am
but who cares where i stand
jealous eyes and the lonesome rain
is all that i have for my eternal shame
with their swanky cars
ruby  lips and thin cigars
happy people with happy lifes
parade like peacocks in their empires of lies
my sinful soul will never fail
i’m seldom wrong and i’m never right
so  bound my feet and tie my hands
just throw me into a pit of fiery hell
and may jesus find it in his heart
to forgive my rotten soul tonight