Poker Alice de Larry Kenneth Potts

Poker Alice, (Alice Ivers), no sólo fué una de las primeras y más conocidas jugadoras de poker del oeste Americano, si no que fué uno de los mejores jugadores. Respetada y querida por todo el mundo por su carácter y determinación, a pasado a formar parte de la leyenda de los personajes de aquellos convulsos tiempos. No es de extrañar que se le rinda homenaje también en el arte musical, en esta ocasión con una balada interpretada por el Californiano Larry Kenneth Potts que ha obtenido con ella numerosos premios:

2007 Ganador del West Coast International Song Contest , en la categoría de Folk.
2003 Finalista en el John Lennon International Song, en la categoría de folk.
2002 Finalista en el Artists for Literacy (canciones inspiradas en la literatura), CD recopilatorio con Tom Waits, Steve Earle, Roseanne Cash, David Bowie, Vicky Randle.

 

Poker Alice, letra
In ’62 Abe Lincoln said America won’t rest
Until we lay the iron road and join her East and West
As the Union and the Central raced to fill the dream
A Bible-totin’ English gal brought me to my knees

She Said, call me Poker Alice you’re on my Midnight run
A game of three-card Monte, sir, a round of Five and One?
Praise the Lord and place your bets, there’s many a mile to ride
I’m Poker Alice Ivers and I’ll take you down the line

Alice, you’re a beauty but the way you play’s not fair
Straights and flushes never win, or Aces in a pair
Your icy stare is breakin’ me the coolest in the land
But I believe a Queen of Hearts lies hidden in your hand

She said wagerin’ fo me-friend is risky
You’re better off to drown youself in whiskey
And don’t forget a double-cross will earn a fair reward
I’ll send a man to Kingdom Come with my forty-four

In Deadwood, South Dakota a saloon beside the tracks
Was home to Alice girls who made a livin’ on their backs
But every single Sunday she shut the tables down
And preached the Good Word to the girls and everyone in town

She Said, call me Poker Alice you’re on my Midnight run
A game of three-card Monte, sir, a round of Five and One?
Praise the Lord and place your bets, there’s many a mile to ride
I’m Poker Alice Ivers and I’ll take you down the line

Alice died in poverty her fortunes turned to dust
Upon her grave they carved these words: Alone In God We Trust
I wonder if she rode those rails from earth to paradise
‘Cause standin’ there I swear I heard her singin’ in the pines:

Praise the Lord and place your bets, there’s many a mile to ride
I’m Poker Alice Ivers and I’ll take you down the line

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