Games Of Chance
Woodbox GangVersion1
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A blind man cheats at cards
He's no remorse and no regard
I pull my pistol but still I cannot advance
No matter where I aim
The laws will hold me in the blame
For shooting from behind in a game of chance
I leave him there this time
To keep my dollar and my dime
Instead I guzzle all the booze I can finance
I feel it in my gullet
Whiskey burning like a bullet
In the balls of cheaters in the games of chance
Some sucker takes a chair
His monkey stands back by the stairs
And jingles coins inside the pockets of his pants
The blind man's busy shuffling
Sucker's pipe is busy puffing
Monkey is staring anxious for the game of chance
Sucker hisses "I'll be damned"
As blind man rakes in the first hand
The monkey's lost the will to keep a steady stance
The blind man shuffles once
The sucker sucks his pipe and grunts
The church bell is clanging cursing at the game of chance
Blind man ante's up and sits
The sucker sucks his husk and sits
The sun is dying wrecking picnics and romance
The monkey is walking up to me
He's got chaw between his teeth
He says "Church bells never ring for games of chance"
The sucker throws his ante down
The blind man deals another round
I watched the sucker give his monkey friend a glance
He's squirming like a slug
Among the company of thugs
Who pass the salt around at every given chance
Sucker folds with sweaty palms
A storm is erupting from the calm
The suckers tongue is talking as if in a trance
With eyes like falling stars
The blind man deals out five more cards
The thunders rolling like the dice in games of chance
The sucker looks in terror
Grabs his pistol for the error
All because he holds the same cards in his hands
Two jacks and three of a kind
"Another full house" says the blind
"How lucky can you be in games of chance"
The blind man's awful laugh
Provokes the sucker's awful wrath
I watched the monkey and the sucker both advance
And through that battle cloud
I swear that I could hear the shouts
Of two men hustled by the god of games of chance
The smoke cleared with no sucker
Monkey or blind man at poker
And outside looked like a hurricane had danced
What remained from the attack
Was three sixes and two jacks
The final hand in the final game of chance
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Readable chord sheet for Games Of Chance by Woodbox Gang
A[G] blind man cheats at cards He's no r[Em]emorse and no regard I[C] pull my pistol b[D]ut still I cann[G]ot advance [G]No matter where I aim The laws will [Em]hold me in the blame For[C] shooting from [D]behind in a gam[G]e of chance I [D]leave him there this time To keep my [Em]dollar and my dime Instead I[C] guzzle all t[D]he booze I c[G]an finance I [D]feel it in my gullet Whiskey [Em]burning like a bullet In the[C] balls of cheaters in t[D]he game[G]s of chance Some sucker takes a chair His monkey stands back by the stairs And jingles coins inside the pockets of his pants The blind man's busy shuffling Sucker's pipe is busy puffing Monkey is staring anxious for the game of chance Sucker hisses "I'll be damned" As blind man rakes in the first hand The monkey's lost the will to keep a steady stance The blind man shuffles once The sucker sucks his pipe and grunts The church bell is clanging cursing at the game of chance Blind man ante's up and sits The sucker sucks his husk and sits The sun is dying wrecking picnics and romance The monkey is walking up to me He's got chaw between his teeth He says "Church bells never ring for games of chance" The sucker throws his ante down The blind man deals another round I watched the sucker give his monkey friend a glance He's squirming like a slug Among the company of thugs Who pass the salt around at every given chance Sucker folds with sweaty palms A storm is erupting from the calm The suckers tongue is talking as if in a trance With eyes like falling stars The blind man deals out five more cards The thunders rolling like the dice in games of chance The sucker looks in terror Grabs his pistol for the error All because he holds the same cards in his hands Two jacks and three of a kind "Another full house" says the blind "How lucky can you be in games of chance" The blind man's awful laugh Provokes the sucker's awful wrath I watched the monkey and the sucker both advance And through that battle cloud I swear that I could hear the shouts Of two men hustled by the god of games of chance The smoke cleared with no sucker Monkey or blind man at poker And outside looked like a hurricane had danced What remained from the attack Was three sixes and two jacks The final hand in the final game of chance