| As the evening sun goes down |
| The dealer shuffles into town |
| Makes a note of what’s afloat |
| And spinnin' 'round he’ll cut your throat |
| In the time it takes to heal |
| The dealer’s made another deal |
| When he plays, he plays for keeps |
| And sweeps the spinnin' roulette wheel |
| Dealer |
| Dealer |
| Like the mighty ocean’s roar |
| He gets all his share and more |
| Mexican right to the core and very proud |
| He’ll get even with the score |
| Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore |
| Between the desert and the dove |
| Money is his only love |
| Feelin' nothing deep inside |
| His mind is governed by his pride |
| In a smoky little room |
| Shadows moving in the gloom |
| Someone turns a running flush |
| And breaks the deathly quiet hush |
| Dealer |
| Dealer |
| Dealer |
| Dealer |
| Dealer |