<div class="legacy-text">Up in the rocky mountains in a town called Cripple Creek, There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week, Nine hundred miners had laid their money down, when Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole darn town, but Willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true, he supported all his children and all their mothers too, He wore no rings or fancy things like other gamblers wore, he spread his money far and wide to help the sick and the poor, When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew, Whether he was bluffin' or whether he was true, He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair, The man, he left a diamond flush, Willie didn't even have a pair;<br /><br />And it's ride, Willie, ride, <br />Roll, Willie, roll, <br />Wherever you are gamblin' now, <br />Nobody knows<br /><br />;Bob Dylan- rambling, Gambling, Willie</div>