St. John The Gambler

作词 : Townes Van Zandt

When she had twenty years, well, she turned to her mother

Saying, "Mother, I know that you'll grieve

But I've given my soul to St. John the gambler

Tomorrow comes time to leave

For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever

And dead men lie deep round the door

Of the only salvation that's mine for the asking

So mother, think on me no more"

And winter held high around the mountain's breast

And the cold of a thousand snows

Lay heaped upon the forest lea

But she dressed in calico

For a gambler likes his women fancy

And fancy she would be

And the fire of her longing would keep 'way the cold

And her dress was a sight to see

But the road was long beneath her feet

She followed her frozen breath

In search of a certain St. John the gambler

Stumbling to her death

She heard his laughter right down from the mountains

And danced with her mother’s tears

To a funeral drone of calico

'Neath a cross of twenty years

To a funeral drone of calico

'Neath a cross of twenty years