Rainy Mondays
His name’s John, but they call him Jack
Got gamblin’ in his veins
He cowboys for the Lazy D
An’ plays cards when it rains
The other thing that’s in his blood
Is women tall or short
He loves ‘em either way it seems
Don’t matter if he ort
One rainy Monday just last fall
They both came together
He found her dealin’ cards in town
He loved rainy weather
He said,” Young beauty, deal them cards,
I aim to do two things.
Take yor’ money then you to bed
Afore the rooster sings.”
She said,” Young stud, count your silver
After you’ve played awhile
May not find yourself so cocky –
See if you wear a smile.”
Well, she was buxom as they say
Had two buttons open
His eyes kept wanderin’ from the cards
Lookin’ there an’ hopin’
He was lookin’, she was dealin’
From bottom, top and middle
Took his money and IOU’s
Didn’t leave a little
He woke up as the rooster crowed
An’ gazed at all she had
Then kissed her on her ruby lips
“Rainy Mondays ain’t so bad.”
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