Gambling Man
I am a gambling man
broken by the world again
I’m not what i am
but who cares where i stand
jealous eyes and the lonesome rain
is all i have for my enternal shame
swanky cars,ruby lips
and thin cigars
happy people with happy lifes
parade like peacocks in their empires of lies
my sinful soul will never fail
I’m seldom wrong and i’m never right
so bound my feet and tie my hands
and just throw me into the fiery pits of hell
if jesus has the will
maybe he can forgive my rotten heart
Copyright © Paul Martin | Year Posted 2014
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