The Black Jack
The dice rolled....
The cards began to fold
The luck didn't hold
Gambled and tossed
My life, lost
It's only a game
I can get it back
All I need.......
is the jack
It's written in the cards.......
This is true
All fifty two!
Split the pack
I can get it back
All I need is....
the black jack
All I have is the cards
and they are so worn
the dice rolled
My future, torn
My future ,so forlorn
The clothes on my back........
The cards, so worn
The luck I lack.....
..........All for a black jack
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