The Game
I’ve been around the world even down a road that goes uphill both ways.
And I’ve been down more times than I’ve been up still waitin on better days
I sure wish those better days would come on soon and I hope their not all goneCause I can’t fold this hand I’ve got no I’ve played these cards to long
Ya know I’m Tired of playing loosing hands in a game that has no end
And I’m Tired of playing by the rules the ones that never bend
I’m all to Tired of be bluffed and bullied yea tired of all the crap
And I’m Tired of playing this same game, but I’m stuck here in this trap
They say every dog has his day but yea some dogs they have two.
And they say every man is dealt a hand to play but some don’t play it throughYou know It would sure be sad to fold a hand that given some time would win
So just lay your cards there on the table friend and we’ll play em to the end
Cause You know It ain’t over till it’s over and then its said some fat bitch sings
But the one good thing about tomorrow is, you just don’t know what it brings
Yea The good N the bad, there all mixed up, just shuffle those cards real wellCause You never know what kinda hand you’ll get, there’s no way to tell
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