Well, shooting them *high dice And that woman a-mine Caused me to wear poor and beat In the cold winter time Now, all a-you men better Take my advise Just hold to your money Stop shootin' high dice Now, most ev'ry woman In the neighborhood Will get all your money An don't mean you no good When she get all, you're banned You think ya g'win her home You go there the next night Something goin' on wrong Now, this has caused me To live in a strain Have spent all m'money And it was in vain But if f'ever gets my hands on A dollar again I'm gonna hold on to-oo it That's my only friend.