Gambler Gambler
Elf Lyrics


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I gotta tell ya about the blues
I gotta tell ya just how I lose
Ain't got no money
But I'll straighten up my head at the Cosmo now

Gambler, gambler
Chicken in the first degree
Gambler, gambler
Chicken in the first degree
I never been a gambler
So please don't messin' me

Hey, jury, jury
I tell you story, true
Ah, listen, jury, jury
Tell you story true
The jury found me guilty
Don't know what to do

I was playing in Boston
Say, up in old St. Lou
Surrounded by the FBI
For something I didn't do
Now my baby left me
Left me all alone
Judge said, "Son, you ain't going home"

Gambler, gambler
Chicken in the first degree
Well, I've never been a gambler
So please don't messin' me
Oh, no, no, no

Oh, gambler, gambler
Chicken in the first degree
Gambler, gambler
Chicken in the first degree




Well, I've never been a gambler
So please don't messin' me

Overall Meaning

In this song, Elf talks about his experiences with gambling and the consequences that come with it. He starts by saying he has the blues and how he loses all his money as a gambler. Though he doesn't have a penny to his name, he implies that he will go to the Cosmo, a fancy casino, to try and win some money. In the chorus, he calls himself a "chicken in the first degree," a phrase that refers to someone who is afraid to take risks.


Elf goes on to address the jury in his trial, telling them the story of how he got into trouble with the FBI. He claims he didn't do anything, but they still found him guilty. Adding to his miseries is the fact that his lover has left him alone. He ends the song by repeating the chorus, asserting that he is not a gambler and warning people not to mess with him.


Line by Line Meaning

I gotta tell ya about the blues
I need to share my sad story with you


I gotta tell ya just how I lose
I need to tell you how I keep losing in life


Ain't got no money
I have no money to my name


But I'll straighten up my head at the Cosmo now
But I will try to get my head right by going to the Cosmopolitan


Gambler, gambler
Someone who takes big risks


Chicken in the first degree
Scared to take risks


I never been a gambler
I have never been one to take risks


So please don't messin' me
So please don't try to pressure me to do so


Hey, jury, jury
I need the jury to hear my story


I tell you story, true
I will tell you the truth of what happened


Ah, listen, jury, jury
Please, listen to what I have to say


The jury found me guilty
The jury found me guilty of a crime


Don't know what to do
I don't know what I should do now


I was playing in Boston
I was playing a game in Boston


Say, up in old St. Lou
Or maybe it was up in old St. Louis


Surrounded by the FBI
I was surrounded by the FBI


For something I didn't do
For something that I was falsely accused of doing


Now my baby left me
My girlfriend has left me


Left me all alone
I am now all alone


Judge said, "Son, you ain't going home"
The judge has sentenced me to prison and I won't be going home anytime soon


Oh, no, no, no
I am very disappointed and unhappy about what has happened




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