As the evening sun goes down   The Dealer shuffles into town   Makes a note of what's a float   And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat   In the time it takes to heal   The dealer's made another deal   When he plays he plays for keeps   And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel   Dealer, Dealer      Like the mighty ocean's roar   He gets all his share and more   Mexican right to the core and very proud   He'll get even with the score   Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore      Between the desert and the dove   Money is his only love   Feeling nothing deep inside   His mind is governed by his pride   In a smoky little room   Shadows moving in the gloom   Someone turns a running flush   And breaks the deathly quiet hush   Dealer, Dealer