A song me and my sister wrote one afternoon. She helped a lot with the first verse.
lyrics
The dealer always seems to win
even when the odds are
slim to none.
The cards upon the green
always seem
to be the end
of me,
of me.
Each time again I tend to think
the same of those I
cause to blame
for my defeat.
The chips are dealt,
the game is played
on me
on me
21 to win,
I've
given up until I
play again.
Maybe next time I'll be
smarter than the
dealer at his game
I've played my hand into a wall
there's nothing left to forfeit now
except my dignity
which I need
before I leave.
At first it seemed like we would
be the best of pals.
A cordial meeting for a game,
we'll add the numbers
of the cards,
and see the outcome
of the bout,
the hours pass,
the chips run out,
for me,
for me.
21 to win,
I've
given up until I
play again.
Maybe next time I'll be
smarter than the
dealer at his game.
Based upon a guess,
no rationality, or
second best.
Competitive unrest,
I'm leavin with whatever I can
til I get home
yeahh...
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