A Gambler's Circle

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