"Gamblin' Money (Ain't Got No Home" genre: Rock
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	The country rock ballad of a woman and gambler named Woodetta Boggs
	CD: Do Wrong Women   Label: Arel Compact Discs and Tapes Credits: Recorded and Produced by: Stephe
	Story Behind the Song I often wake up in the morning. That is not a natural event but it does happen. Usually, the radio is on because she listens to the radio as she awakens in anticipation of her workday. Anyway, I have been saying for years that I believe that playing this “new country” can’t be that hard. I had been searching for a theme, a story or even just a character to write about. Then like a kick in the … it happened. Rodney Carrington, a frequent guest on the Bob and Tom Radio Show, was telling sportscasting genius, Chick McGee that his penis had no conscience. And then during Chick’s report on the NFL he lamented his lack of success predicting the outcome of games in the news. Yes, he said “ Gamblin’ money ain’t got no home!” Well that was all it took. In fifteen minutes I had this song. Lyrics Gamblin’ Money Ain’t Got No Home � Copyright 2001 Stephen D. Wilson Woody rolls the dice and spins the wheel. She gambles all night long. Dealing out a crooked hand. She doesn’t know what’s right or wrong. Have a drink and deal the cards. She smiles your heart away. Drinking ‘till the sun comes up. Woody came to play. You're never gonna change her. Don't even try. She plays her hand alone. Woody ain’t got no conscience. And gamblin’ money ain’t got no home. Your poker face ain’t worth a damn. Your credit card ain’t maxed out yet. I’ll lay you seven to one you don’t win tonight. Come on and make your bet. Every time you say the words It always ends the same. Hit me baby, I’ve got the cards. You lose another game. Floating down the gutter with a bottle of wine. You know she's a rollin' stone. Woody ain’t got no conscience. And gamblin’ money ain’t got no home. Cards and booze and dice and men, Woody plays them all for keeps. Accept her marker and you hope she wins. You all follow her like sheep. Luck runs out and life gets hard. Losing everything just ain’t so great. An untimely end is in the cards. Smith and Wesson beats a pair of eights. Don't you try to bluff her. You just can't win. By now you ought to know. Woody ain’t got no conscience. And gamblin’ money ain’t got no home. Floating down the gutter with a bottle of wine. Take a chance. She's in the zone. Woody ain’t got no conscience. And gamblin’ money ain’t got no home. Gamblin’ money ain’t got no home. Gamblin’ money ain’t got no home.

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