Count Bloodcount - Dead Man's Hand (Original Version) Lyrics

On the Mississippi where the river runs cold
Smilin' Jack plays his hand his story unfolds

With a grin so sharp and eyes so dark
He walks the deck leaving fear's mark
Two .44 Colts at his side
A Derringer tucked, where secrets hide

Smilin Jack with a devil's grin
On the riverboat the stakes are sin
The cards he deals fate's cruel demand
And in his grasp the Dead Man's Hand

The gamblers shake but none dare fold
For Jack's luck is deathly cold
Aces and eights in his deadly hold
A hand that's cursed or so it's told

Smilin Jack with a devil's grin
On the riverboat the stakes are sin
The cards he deals fate's cruel demand
And in his grasp the Dead Man's Hand

The river moans as the cards are laid
In Jack's game no soul is saved
The gun smoke rises the shadows blend
For Smilin Jack it's the bitter end

As the boat drifts on under the moon's cold light
Smilin Jack fades into the night
With two Colts by his side and a Derringer too
He dealt the hand, and the darkness grew