A seven or eleven that would put me high

But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye

Well once I had a woman who lived just for me
But a pair of these old shining dice made us disagree

I should have been a farmer we've got along just fine

But I couldn't resist these old dice and a jug of warm red wine

A seven or eleven I could make the bar

But it would be just my luck to roll an old boxcar

[ fiddle - steel ]

Well a woman is like the ocean that flows so deep and wide

Someday she'll take a notion and leave you on the other side

Well a seven or eleven that would put me high

But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye