She holds ’em like in Texas, with a low-down poker-stare.
The chips are stacked against me, but it’s late an’ I don’t care.
We both know I’ll go all in, it’s a risk I gotta take.
There’s sweet honey in that pot ‘n’ I’m not talkin’ ’bout the stake.
Aces high, read ’em an’ weep.
Dead-man’s hand playin’ for keeps.
Word out on the dusty street, this game can change your life.
One man’s got too much to lose, gonna put things back to right.
Another thinks he’s got a plan, bought a knife to a gunfight.
Two in the hole, playin’ blind.
Bet the ranch and my dear, dear wife.
©29.9.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman