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