Gamblers Don't Gamble

I must admit, I had a wicked good time

There were cards on your table, but none on mine

I felt confident and certain you were sittin' fine

You were party-treatin' girls, probably partners in crime

Gamblers don't gamble cheap, we get what we need

I'm not talkin' to you, I'm talkin' to me

I hadn't noticed when you sat down to play

The feeling mutual: "this must be my lucky day"

Who follows, followed, buddy, I bet you farm

But tonight was the night we were keepin' each other warm

Gamblers don't gamble unless we risk when we can't lose

I'm not talkin' to me, I'm talkin' to you

Didn't meet my match in heaven

So I wasn't sure what to expect

You'd be surprised at the way time flies

When you're diggin' from the bottom of the deck

This here's the Valley of the Con Man

We con, cheat, and scam

No longer aware that the long, brown hair

Was in on the plan

We took six grand off the center

And a stack off the judgement row

Stakes was high and gettin' higher

It was high time to go

I hate to take my point out

We have to run out on you, gentlemen

We'll send a postcard with South American sunshine



I spent the winnin' at the Russian roulette

Tricks gettin' trickier, we haven't met

Strikingly similar, if you're baggin' anymore

Some of us are perfect, but some of us are perfectly flawed

Gamblers don't gamble cheap, I'm sure you'll agree

Five aces for you, and five aces for me