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Artist : Corb Lund Band
Title : All I wanna do is play cards
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well, i guess i really oughta be makin up songs but
i know it's dumb and sick and wrong and
got the studio booked in tennessee
and my record producer's callin me
the tape will roll in just three weeks and

they wanna book the band for a rodeo dance and
the contract claims they got five grand and
my agent says we oughta take the show
but tell you the truth i don't wanna go
cuz there's this real good game of split hi-lo and

tattooed young dark haired girls call me and
i could skate for free in the hockey league and
there's famous people'd like to write with me
and the beer at the black dog's usually free
the whole damn world's an oyster to me and

we're on the radio in el paso and
finally got a little bit of press in t.o. and
they're buying the records out in amsterdam
there's rock tours booked in far off lands
but i'm feelin kinda gambley and

i don't see much of my friends these days cuz
except whitey and gravy, they like a game and
my neighbor brent says i got a problem
but he don't know cuz nobody taught him
to bet the best when you know you got ‘em and

all i wanna do is play cards

crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and cowboy pitch
blackjack, eight or better, draw and hold em, chase the bi***
acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
smear and low chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin higher

contract bridge and spades and whist and kings and little ones
canasta, hearts and spite and malice, kings make little ones
w****s and fours and one-eyed bores, house rules that ain't acknowledged
and them games you learned at vet school and at agricultural college

chinese rummy, greek manila, omaha, dutch chase
start em when they're young with fish and war and crazy eights
twenty one and thirty one and seven twenty seven
well if i don't play for money, hon, will i still get to heaven

three card brag and three card monte, razz and deuce to seven
melding sets and red dog bets and counting cards with kevin
between the sheets and screw your neighor, let it ride, strip poker
old men on the corner playing pinochle and euchre

yeah
Artist : Corb Lund Band    Title : All I wanna do is play cards    -----------------    well, i guess i really oughta be makin up songs but    i know it's dumb and sick and wrong and    got the studio booked in tennessee    and my record producer's callin me    the tape will roll in just three weeks and       they wanna book the band for a rodeo dance and    the contract claims they got five grand and    my agent says we oughta take the show    but tell you the truth i don't wanna go    cuz there's this real good game of split hi-lo and       tattooed young dark haired girls call me and    i could skate for free in the hockey league and    there's famous people'd like to write with me    and the beer at the black dog's usually free    the whole damn world's an oyster to me and       we're on the radio in el paso and    finally got a little bit of press in t.o. and    they're buying the records out in amsterdam    there's rock tours booked in far off lands    but i'm feelin kinda gambley and       i don't see much of my friends these days cuz    except whitey and gravy, they like a game and    my neighbor brent says i got a problem    but he don't know cuz nobody taught him    to bet the best when you know you got ‘em and       all i wanna do is play cards       crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and cowboy pitch    blackjack, eight or better, draw and hold em, chase the bi***    acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah    smear and low chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin higher       contract bridge and spades and whist and kings and little ones    canasta, hearts and spite and malice, kings make little ones    w****s and fours and one-eyed bores, house rules that ain't acknowledged    and them games you learned at vet school and at agricultural college       chinese rummy, greek manila, omaha, dutch chase    start em when they're young with fish and war and crazy eights    twenty one and thirty one and seven twenty seven    well if i don't play for money, hon, will i still get to heaven       three card brag and three card monte, razz and deuce to seven    melding sets and red dog bets and counting cards with kevin    between the sheets and screw your neighor, let it ride, strip poker    old men on the corner playing pinochle and euchre       yeah