Mr. Mudd & Gold Robert Earl Keen

Now the wicked king of clubs awoke
It was to his queen he turned
His lips were laughing as they spoke
His eyes like bullets burned

The sun's upon a gambling day
His queen smiled low and blissfully
Let's make some wretched fool to pay
It's plain it was, they did agree

Send his deuce down into diamond
Four to hart, trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
And preparations soon where made

They voted club, the days commander
Gave him an army, face and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And the aces in the sky

Well, they give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
'Tween a man named Gold and a man named Mudd

Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
'Til his long, green eyes did glow
And Mudd was left with the sighs and trembles
Watching his hard earned money go