St. John the Gambler
Townes Van Zandt Lyrics


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When she had twenty years 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 leave
For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
And dead men lay deep 'round the door
Of the only salvation that's mine for the asking
So mother, think on me no more

Winter held high round the mountains breast
And the cold of a thousand snows
Lay heaped upon the forests leaf
But she dressed in calico
For a gambler likes his women fancy
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 the 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 mothers tears
To a funeral drawn a calico
'neath the cross of twenty years





To a funeral drawn a calico
'neath the cross of twenty years

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Townes Van Zandt's St. John the Gambler tell a moving and tragic tale of a young woman who has given her soul to St. John the Gambler, a character notorious for seducing women into a gambling lifestyle. The woman knows that her mother will grieve for her, but she feels compelled to follow the gambler and leave the hills where she has lived her whole life. She believes that her only salvation lies with the gambler, and that the dead men who surround her prove this is true.


As the woman journeys through the cold winter landscape, she dresses in calico, knowing that the gambler prefers his women to be fancy. Her longing for the gambler keeps her warm even as the snows pile up around her. However, she eventually stumbles and dies, hearing the gambler's laughter as she takes her last breath. She is buried in a calico dress beneath the cross of twenty years, having given her life for the lure of the gambler's world.


The lyrics of St. John the Gambler are haunting in their depiction of a tragic love story that ends with the woman's death. The imagery of the winter landscape and the woman's fancy dress create a vivid picture of her journey, while the chorus of the song echoes her final resting place. Through this tale, Van Zandt paints a powerful portrait of the dangers of giving oneself over to a life of gambling and the seductive appeal of those who lure us down dangerous paths.


Line by Line Meaning

When she had twenty years she turned to her mother
At the age of 20, she confided in her mother


Saying Mother, I know that you'll grieve
She knew her mother would be upset


But I've given my soul to St John the gambler
She'd dedicated herself to gambling


Tomorrow comes time leave
She was leaving soon


For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
She couldn't stay there any longer


And dead men lay deep 'round the door
Many had fallen by the wayside


Of the only salvation that's mine for the asking
Gambling was her only hope for a better life


So mother, think on me no more
She didn't want her mother worrying about her


Winter held high round the mountains breast
It was extremely cold


And the cold of a thousand snows
It was very, very cold


Lay heaped upon the forests leaf
The snow was deep on the ground


But she dressed in calico
She still wore her fanciest clothes despite the cold


For a gambler likes his women fancy
Gamblers preferred their women to look glamorous


Fancy she would be
She was dressed to impress


And the fire of her longing would keep way the cold
Her desire to gamble kept her warm


And her dress was a sight to see
Her outfit was very impressive


But the road was long beneath the feet
The journey was difficult


She followed her frozen breath
She was struggling to breathe in the cold


In search of a certain St John the gambler
She was trying to find the famous gambler


Stumbling to her death
She died while trying to find him


She heard his laughter right down from the mountains
She thought she'd found him, but it was just the wind


And danced with her mothers tears
She was imagining dancing with her mother


To a funeral drawn a calico
She was buried in her fanciest clothes


'neath the cross of twenty years
She died at the age of 20




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: Townes Van Zandt

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@daviebaggins

A Haunting, amazing song. The lyrics cut through with sadness.

@bennieholcomb4908

It does now...and it is some of the best folk music I have ever heard. Glad my friends turned me onto it long ago.

@jamesbradshaw3389

I always feel there was deep sadness and hurt in Townes Van Zandt voice, what a singer, storyteller, guitar player, what a mostly brilliant artist he was, Townes Van Zandt is now resting in several heavenly peace

@Eris123451

He's known some heartbroken women that's for sure, but haven't we all ?

That's why it stings so much; that and those chord changes.

@abelalencar

Tão bonito esse disco

@idicula1979

I don't know if I like this song, but man you can just feel his soul through it.

@assafadut

It doesn't matter what song he sings, he allways touchs evry cell in your body

@jimreinhardt9165

How did I miss knowing of this guy, wow.

@HookEm12

One of the best to ever do it <3

@076don

I love this bloke

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