Rolling the Dice

Ruby Tuesday caught him on the rebound They met at a Rolling Stones Concert He was glad she came into his life, he conceded She was nice to have around To fill the void his heart needed Before he met her, he was in bars drinking whiskey and gin Where honkey tonk women danced, gave him a thrill He was drowning his sorrows from heartache within Angie had left him, and thoughts of her haunted him still But wild horses couldn't bring her back to him "I thought I had her under my thumb," he lamented His life spiraled out of control, paint it black Her memory left him tormented Sometimes life can be a game of tumblin dice Rolling for love that sometimes will haunt Heartaches will come, love has its price But you can't always get what you want