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 at the game, I sat on guard
On my belt, a Smith revolver, lots of bullets and a machete
I'd ask for a cachaça mixed with lemon
Tilted my hat over my eyes and mixed the coal
Stole a card or two, played another on the ground
Put another in my pocket, the trick was done

One partner or another would already catch my attention
And angry, I'd flip the table, they'd call me a thief
Another closer would shout, end the argument
The game would continue, no shame at all
When the day broke, 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, will you 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 pieces of advice, I cried with emotion
I took the Holy Host, my holy communion
From that day on, I have God in my heart
Never played cards again, freed from temptation