Fold the Tent
Pop the top
and cut the cards
Pushing all your chips to the center of the table ...
Fifty large
You see a lot of mean bluffs,
and beads of sweat
on the side of weak hands
Maybe they know something
you're not supposed to know
But in a few tense minutes,
their fortunes will be gone
Shifted your way ...
sitting on the right side of wrong
They made a fatal move trying to fleece Mr. Card Sharkey,
wrong decisions can be costly
Time for you to collect the house rent,
time for the card squatters to fold the tent
Then go home to the missus,
and explain where the bank savings went
Chumps always think they got the best bluff scheme,
but they lost from the get go,
'cause hardcore gamblers ain't afraid to lose everything
You tell 'em sorry boyz, it's time to rise and exit empty
with lint pockets,
wrists without watches and credit bent
It's time for this gypsy gambler to move on,
so throw him your car keys when you fold the tent
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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