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Esta canción fue publicada por primera vez en el 4 de febrero del año 1914 por Jerome H. Remick and company de Detroit, su interprete fue el cantante Bert Williams y el autor fue Jean Havez Hans Williams. Se grabó en el formato de 78 rpm, por la cara opuesta se grabó la canción "You can't get away from it". Se trata de una canción popular norteamericana que ha sobrevivido al paso del tiempo, ya que se han hecho innumerables versiones en distintos estilos musicales al igual que sucede con la canción "Rovin gambler", también inspirada en el juego de azar.
Se incluye distintas versiones de esta canción, cada una de un estilo musical distinto: la versión original de Bert Williams, cuya voz era de barítono, acompañado de orquesta, otra versión de Phil Harris del año 1942 cuyo estilo musical es el jazz y por último una versión del cantante de estilo country Jerry Reed del año 1973.
La letra nos cuenta la historia de Bill Jackson que jugaba al Poker en el Darktown club donde solía perder su dinero con facilidad, hasta que sospechando que le estaban haciendo trampas amenazó a los jugadores con una navaja para imponer sus normas.
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| Letra de "The Darktown Poker club" | |||
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub Who joined the Darktown Poker Club But cursed the day he told them he would join His money used to go like it had wings If he yelled queens, someone had kings And each night he would contribute all his coin Then he said I'm gonna play 'em tight tonight He said there'll be no bobtail flushes make me bite 'Cause when I gets in them my hands will be a peach And he played them tight but lost his pile And Bill got peevish after a while So he rose, looked all around, and made this speech He said you all see this brand new razor I had it sharpened just today Now I'm coming in there with my rules That you must follow when you play Now keep your big bony hands on the table While you dealing, please And don't be slippin' them aces down there Er, in between your knees And don't be makin' all them funny signs Like you tryin' to tip off your hand Just talk in American, boy, American So's I can understand And don't be dealin' off the bottom Because ooh that's rough Take five, five, then stop, that's enough Now when you bet put up the chips Because I don't like it when you shy Then if you get busted go on out and get some I'm gonna be here by and by Pass them cards for me to shuffle Everytime before you deals Then if anything's wrong, I must see 'Cause I mean, you always ain't no, er Keep playin' that game according to Mr. Hoyle You all play this game accordin' to me Now sittin' right there in that there clan There chance to be a one-eyed man And Bill kept watchin' him out the corner of his eye When ole one-eye would deal and then Would cost that Bill another five or ten Bill got up again, looked all around him with a sigh He said, Lord, this is an awful shame He said, There someone cheatin' in this 'ere game He said, it goes, er, It ain't no do for me to name the guy So I'll refrain from mentioning the party's name If I catch him cheatin' just once again I'm gonna take my fist and close that other eye Now you see this brand new razor I had it sharpened just today I'm comin' in there with my own rules That you must follow when you play Hey kid, keep your hands up there While you're givin' them out, please Stop puttin' them wildies Down there 'tween your knees Stop makin' all them funny signs Like you're tryin' to tip off your hand Keep talkin' in American, big AAA That's what I can understand And don't be getting' them off the bottom Because I keep tryin' to tell you it's rough This an army game, five, five, halt, that's enough Now when you bet let me see the reds and blues 'Cause I don't like it when you shy Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up I'm gonna be here by and by Pass them pasteboards for me to shuffle Every time before you deal, let me ripple Anything wrong, I wanna see I mean, you always ain't gonna keep playin' the game now According to that Mr. Hoyle You all gonna play this game according to me Henry, if you break the seal on that new deck of bicycles We'll go on from there, yeah Yeah yeah yeah | Bill Jackson era un viejo y pobre caballero Coge cinco, cinco. entonces para, son suficientes Cuando apuestes coloca las fichas porque no me gusta que te quedes corto Si pierdes, entonces retiras unas pocas Voy a vigilarte todo el rato Antes de que repartas, pasame la baraja para que la mezcle. De este modo si algo va mal, podré verlo porque no siempre jugais de acuerdo con el Sr. Hoyle Jugareis todos de acuerdo a mis reglas Ahora sentaos entre esta camarilla hay muchas posibilidades de convertirse en tuerto. Bill continuó obsevándole por el rabillo del ojo | ||
Versión original de Bert Williams;
Versión de Phil Harris en estilo Jazz.
Versión de Jerry Reed en estilo Country publicada en el año 1973. En este caso el título de la cancíon pasa a ser de "Darktown Poker club" a Uptown Poker club", es decir en la canción original el título en castellano sería "El club de Poquer del barrio bajo", mientras que la versión de Jerry Reed la titula "El club de Poquer de la zona residencial", así mismo la letra tiene ligeras variaciones respecto a la original. La portada del disco representa la escena narrada en la canción, Jerry Reed está caricaturizado como Bill Jackson
