Your daddy was a gambling man, my mother said to me.He left me when you were a child, but he was all this world to me.I know your daddy loved me too, for tattooed on his armwas a heart of love that bore my name and was his good luck charm.I didn't heed my mother's words to leave the cards alone.I took to gambling just like dad and left my mother's home.One night a gang was gathered round, we dealt a hand of drums.An old man sat across from me and this is what I saw.From out his sleeve he pulled a card and I pulled out my gun.I shot him dead not knowing then what evil I had done.He fell across the table, his hands reached out in vain.His sleeve slid back and upon his arm I could see so plain.I gazed down at his lifeless form and I hung my head in shame.There upon his arm was a tattooed heart and I saw my mother's name.