The de-vil went down to the ri-ver
And he came to fall, to lose it all,
To fool the fool too quick to call
While the gam-bler's stacks grew big-ger
He lost his sights through nar- rowed eyes
Too temp- ted by his wry de- sires
Damned a-cross fa-ted paths
The time to fold had come to pass
With the gam-bler's glo-ry de-li-vered
He had thirst for more, a big- ger score;
A tro-phy no one could ig- nore
And the de-vil's wealth had wi-thered
So with cun- ning class, he of- fered fast his soul;
The wa- ger had been cast
The gam-bler called
The ri-ver fell
And now the hand from out of hell
The de-vil smiled
Looked in his eyes
He knew the loss was glo- ri- fied
The de- vil said, "Re-vel in your vic-to-ry;
You've earned your damn-ing, pack your things and leave!"
But the gam-bler on-ly stood and stut-tered,
Stam-mer-ing on words of dis- be-lief
"Now you've won a new vo-ca- tion,
Pray to me that you can stand the heat"
And that, the gam-bler saw,
Meant he had gone and fi-nally set the de-vil free
Damned a-cross fa-ted paths
The hand he played would be his last
Who am I?
Who am I?
Just a gam-bler, hol-ding a-ces
In the de-vil's eyes
What is wrong?
What's the sin?
Where's the an-swer?
Where the hell do I fit in?
Or could it be,
There's just a lit-tle de- mon
Lost in the de-bris,
And I should i- dly bide my time
Un-til a wa- ger re-lea-ses me?
It can't re-main un- known
(Ri-ver, ri-ver)
Came to fall, to lose it all
To fool the fool too quick to call
(Big-ger, big-ger)
Lost his sights through nar- rowed eyes
Too temp-ted by his wry de-sires
Damned ac-ross fa-ted paths
Time to fold had come to pass
(De-li-vered, de-li-vered)
Thirst for more, a big-ger score;
A tro-phy no one could ig- nore
(Wi-thered, wi-thered)
Cun-ning class, he of-fered fast his soul;
The wa- ger had been cast
Gam-bler called
Ri-ver fell
Now the hand... hell
De-vil smiled
In his eyes
Knew the loss... glo-ri- fied
