Rei do Baralho

I was the king of the deck
A man with bad intentions
Playing cards, drinking moonshine
Was my inclination

When I sat down to play
I sat down cautiously
A Smith revolver on my belt
Many bullets and a machete

I would ask for a cachaça
Mixed with lemon
I'd pull my hat over my eyes
And mix the coal

I'd steal one card or two
Throw another on the floor
Put another in my pocket
The trick was done

One partner or another would see
They'd start calling my attention
And angry, I'd flip the table
They'd call me a thief

Another smarter one would shout
End the argument
The game would continue
I had no shame

When the day broke
I had not a penny left
I'd arrive home tired
Another explosion would happen

My wife asking for clothes
The children asking for bread
And I had nothing to give
What a damn profession

One day my little daughter
Grabbed me by the hand
Daddy, come with me
To a presentation

And she took me to a church
Where devotion reigns
Introduced me to the priest
Who heard my confession

After many advices
I cried with emotion
I took the holy host
My holy communion

From that day on
I have God in my heart
Never touched a deck of cards again
I got rid of the temptation