Ace In The Hole


Born on the wrong side of the blanket,
raised on the wrong side of the tracks.
I’ve bin pissed on by God’s Angels,
all Hell’s Demons on my back.
The-breaks I had in life are plenty:
balls, bones, heart an’ promises.

Empty words – for the dreams I never had.

When you’re down an’ out an’ at the very bottom of the pile,
you gotta keep on diggin’, keep diggin’ till you find: Find the

ace in the hole.

There’s no use in me complainin’,
I’ve ‘ad the time of my dog’s life.
I own a whole lot less than nothin’,
but I’ve a wicked tongue an’ knife.
Taught myself to crawl, walk, run an’ shoot:
beg, borrow, cadge an’ steal.

Made the best – of my dead man’s hand in time.
Poker face – read my dead man’s hand ‘n’ weep/cry/die.

When you’re down an’ out an’ at the very bottom of the pile,
you gotta keep on diggin’, the only way to stem the tide: Find the

CHORUS

Don’t need no skeletonic key, to open locks ‘n’ thighs.
I’m here to love ‘n’ leave ’em with a teardrop in their eyes.

When you’re down an’ out an’ at the very bottom of the pile,
you gotta keep on diggin’, till one day you realise: YOU! are the

CHORUS

©19.8.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Hell’s Demons shittin’ on my back
(I’)m-‘avin’ the time of my dog’s life.
but I can use my tongue an’ knife.
Made the best – of the dead man’s hand I hold.

When you’re down an’ out an’ at the very bottom of the pile,
you gotta keep on diggin’, there’s no way to turn an’ climb.
When you’re down but you’re not out: Keep on diggin’, yourself

you gotta keep on diggin’, there’s no where to run an’ hide. No:
you gotta keep on diggin’, there’s no way to stem the tide. No:


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