I used to rule the floor
They'd comp my room and even more
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the tables I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in the croupier's eyes
Listen as the crowd would state:
"Now he bet the hard eight! There's a hard eight!"

One minute I bet it all
Next I heard the fatefull call
"Seven out and line away," she said
Oh I feel like I'm done and feel like I'm dead

I hear all the slot machines a-ringing
And I can't stop myself from singing
Give me three cherries or three bars
Or maybe maybe one time three stars
For some reason I can't explain
I know one more pull won't end the pain
Just a few dollars more
But that was when I ruled the floor

It was the wicked and wild luck
That has caused me to be so stuck.
Shattered aces and the rivered straights
People always had nines when I had eights

Now the pawn shop owner waits
For me to sell my silver plates
Just wish they weren't so very dull
Oh who would ever want to gamble?

I hear all the slot machines a-ringing
And I can't stop myself from singing
Give me three cherries or three bars
Or maybe maybe one time three stars
For some reason I can't explain
I know one more pull won't end the pain
Just a few dollars more
But that was when I ruled the floor

I hear all the slot machines a-ringing
And I can't stop myself from singing
Give me three cherries or three bars
Or maybe maybe one time three stars
For some reason I can't explain
I know one more pull won't end the pain
Just a few dollars more
But that was when I ruled the floor