From the recording The Gambling Man (Single)

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Produced by Dom Williams @ Studio Pros, Los Angeles, USA.

Mixed and Mastered by Yossi.

Lead vocal recorded by Michael Zuvela @ Forbes Street Studios, Sydney, Australia.

Erez on drums, Uri on bass, Ziv on guitar, Kazumi on keys, Perrin on back-up vocals.

Words, music and lead vocals by Jasmine Beth.

Cover image credit: Danika Westwood

Release date: May 7, 2021

Lyrics

VERSE ONE

It’s six o’clock on a Friday,
The working week is washed off my face,
Jenny’s at home with the baby,
I’m going down the pub for one race;

Ten bucks to win in Wagga Wagga,
Fifty bucks each way in Wyong,
Put me a packet in the pokies,
A man’s gotta get lucky, before too long;

PRE-CHORUS


Lord, you could have made me a drinker,
At least, I might have had a friend,
Lord, you could have made me a gigolo,
At least, I might have had a happy end;

CHORUS

Were you thinking straight? Were you seeing clear?
Or was the whisky guiding your hand?
There’s no unluckier fate in this world,
Than the fate of a gambling man.

VERSE TWO

It’s nine o’clock on that Friday,
I’m five hundred dollars down,
Well, I guess it’s double or nothing,
There’s no getting ahead in backing down;

Flip those coins, Jimmy,
Flip those coins so high,
I swear there’s no prettier sight, my friend,
Than them silver and shimmering in your eyes;

PRE-CHORUS

Lord, you could have made me a drinker,
At least, I might have had a friend,
Lord, you could have made me a gigolo,
At least, I might have had a happy end;

CHORUS

Were you thinking straight? Were you seeing clear?
Or was the whisky guiding your hand?
There’s no unluckier fate in this world,
Than the fate of a gambling man.

VERSE THREE

It’s twelve o’clock on that Friday,
That double or nothing didn’t work out,
I could borrow twenty bucks off Davey,
But the pub’s as empty as my bank account;

Jenny’s at home with the baby,
Jeez, I must have lost my mind,
I guess it’s best I don’t tell her,
But I’ve got two weeks of food and rent to find;

PRE-CHORUS

Lord, you could have made me a drinker,
At least, I might have had a friend,
Lord, you could have made me a gigolo,
At least, I might have had a happy end;

CHORUS

Were you thinking straight? Were you seeing clear?
Or was the whisky guiding your hand?
There’s no unluckier fate in this world,
Than the fate of a gambling man.