Corb Lund - All I Wanna Do Is Play Cards lyrics

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 bitch

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

whores 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