Mr. Mudd & Mr. Gold Steve Earle (Ft. Justin Townes Earle)

Well the wicked King of Clubs awoke
And it was to his queen turned
His lips were laughing as they spoke
His eyes like bullets burned
The sun's upon a gambling day
The Queen smiled low and blissfully
Let's make some wretched fool to pay
And plain it was she did agree

So he sent his deuce down into diamond
His four to heart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
And preparations soon were 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 gave the sevens his first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitations
Between a man named Gold and a man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long, green eyes did glow
And Mudd was left with the sighs and trembles
Watching his hard earned money go