Come gather ’round people

And I’ll tell you a tale

Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.

But the cardboard filled windows

And old men on the benches

Tell you now that the whole town is empty.

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto

They are ridin’ down the line

Fixin’ ev’rybody’s troubles

Ev’rybody ‘cept mine

Somebody musta tol’ ‘em

That I was doin’ fine

Come around you rovin’ gamblers and a story I will tell

About the greatest gambler, you should know him well.

His name was Will O’Conley and he gambled all his life,

He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife.

And it’s ride, Willie, ride,

Roll, Willie, roll,

Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows.

Everybody wants to know why he couldn’t adjust

Adjust to what, a dream that bust?

He was a clean-cut kid

But they made a killer out of him,

That’s what they did

Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man,
His enemies say he’s on their land
The got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Go ahead and talk about him because he makes you doubt,
Because he has denied himself the things that you can’t live without.
Laugh at him behind his back just like the others do,
Remind him of what he used to be when he comes walkin’ through.

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone.

“Well, I’m hangin’ on to a solid rock
Made before the foundation of the world
And I won’t let go, and I can’t let go, won’t let go
And I can’t let go, won’t let go, and I can’t let go no more.”

“Don’t wanna judge nobody, don’t wanna be judged,
Don’t wanna touch nobody, don’t wanna be touched.
Don’t wanna hurt nobody, don’t wanna be hurt,
Don’t wanna treat nobody like they was dirt.

But if you do right to me, baby,
I’ll do right for you, too.
Ya got to do unto others
Like you’d have them, like you’d have them, do unto you.”

“You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe,
But you’re back where you belong.
Go get me my pistol, babe,
Honey, I can’t tell right from wrong.”

“Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. Your back is straight, your hair is smooth On the pillow where you lie. But I don’t sense affection No gratitude or love Your loyalty is not to me But to the stars above.”