Old man Bodey sits on his own by the side of the bar    Drinking slowly, resting the boots that he's carried so far    Once was a gambler, 5-card poker rambler,    That the wise men knew as a slippery deal    And the kids called Willie the King       Sea behind me, fog's coming up on the river tonight,    Just reminds me of smoke curling up in the yellowy light    There's money on the table, took what I was able    And spent my nights with a riverboat queen    And she called me Willie the King       Well I don't mind saying    I've done my share of paying    I've been so broken    Sometimes it seemed that I'd never get back    Watching their faces I was turning over aces    Though they knew my name when the money was gone,    They called me Willie the King       Well I don't mind staying up all night just waiting    Choosing a moment to play that card that could never be beat    Old man Bodey, he's still growing roots by the side of the bar    Drinking slowly, resting his gaze on the cinnamon jar    He once was a gambler, five-card poker rambler,    That the wise men knew as a slippery deal    And the kids called Willie the King