A seven or eleven that would put me high   But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye   Well once I had a woman who lived just for me   But a pair of these old shining dice made us disagree   I should have been a farmer we've got along just fine   But I couldn't resist these old dice and a jug of warm red wine   A seven or eleven I could make the bar   But it would be just my luck to roll an old boxcar   [ fiddle - steel ]   Well a woman is like the ocean that flows so deep and wide   Someday she'll take a notion and leave you on the other side   Well a seven or eleven that would put me high   But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye