In a Dealers Hand

I looked into a dealers hand last evening in a casino far away

I had a pair of eights and didn’t know if I should hit or I should stay

The dealer took a card and his face began to frown

He broke and I’d be rich if had only doubled down

Will you be one who never will split pairs?

Always ignoring the dealers stares

Well you play the whole night through

and your dollars number two

Will you be one who never will split pairs?

While playing cards until very late

I met a girl who left her mate

She told me she wanted to be my friend

She sat down at my table

I played as well as I was able

But my money was nearly at its end

We left the game and took a break

Mainly for my wallets sake

Her brown eyes told me I was in for something new

She pretending she was knowing

Where I was really going

And that she wanted to go there too

I had the time, I had the reason

And it was in the summer season

We went off into another place

I layed down by her side

I lost my time I lost my pride

And lost my fortune to another pretty face…

There’s a lot of empty hearts and empty pockets on that lonely strip today.