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Whenever I’m sitting at the table
my stack of chips is dwindling kind of low
I start to thinking back towards the past 
and how life has dealt me an ugly blow 

But I just keep on reaching for the cards
though I can’t seem to get a better hand
Still trying to bluff my way through the game
and praying for God to help if he can

I look to heaven and ask "Lord why me?"
why is it that I never win the game
If you'd just let the aces fall my way
then I swear I will never sin again

I promise not to take your name in vain
I'll go to church on Sunday like I should
I'll pray for all those poor down trodden souls
and I’ll only use my winnings for good

I'll stop fightin’ and drinkin’ and cussin’
if you only let me win just this one 
I’ll hang up my pistols and settle down
I give my word my wicked ways are done

After winning a few of the small pots
I can feel that there’s a change in my luck 
Let’s play one more hand and I’ll shoot the moon
just to see if this winning streak has stuck
 
After all God will surely understand
for he’s the loving and forgiving kind
‘Sides, as soon as I win that one big stake
I’ll quit and leave this gambling life behind

Now my stack of chips is overflowing
the cards I need are running true my way
No need to worry about my future
or saving any for a rainy day

So I put all my chips on the table
cause lady luck is sitting by my side
Though I know that I will be pushing it
I just can’t help but to let it all ride

Then the hand gets delt and the ace that I 
need turned out to be nothing but a ten
When I’m about to toss in my last chip
I’ll look up and pray for God’s help again

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