I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot   A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit   I come her as the cause of tears, I am a crying shame   Seven stud or eternal blood, just looking for a game      I double crossed the State of Texas and they give me a little time   I taught myself to doublecut the cards and hold scriptures in my mind   I learned to love the tumblin dice and to believe the word   Tombstones or rolling bones, beats anything I ever heard.      Patience is a virtue that I don't possess   And I can't deny that heavan lies beneath a cotton dress   How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings   I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.      I have walked through God's green pastures and seen the rich blue skies   I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from his eyes   I have heard the roar of thunder and felt the lightening bolt   And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take along    Samuel Colt      Every night I kiss the cards and hold them to my breast   And when I see the king of hearts I know that I am blessed   And though my eyes are blind sometimes, I know there's something there   And when the times at hand and I kill a man, I say a little prayer.      I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot   A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit   How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings   I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.      How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings   Lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.