A two dollar bill gives me a chance if you will
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
I hope it's not a sin to pray for me to win
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
I will gladly tithe and give to charity
I will be so good for its clear to me
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
No more wine women and song
Just a six pack of brew and a sexy blonde
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
I do church on Sundays and if its a lot
I'll even do Wednesday evenings with the potluck
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
No more cussing or fussing or complaining
I'll be gentle as a lamb, after prayers shout amen
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
I've been too poor too long
Just once I want enough to get along
You know I will share, end each day in grateful prayer
Sweet Jesus! Dear Jesus! Let me win the lottery!!!
The Days of Wine and Roses
Wine Women and Song
Seems that with this elixir
Men simply can't go wrong
Discrimination's a virtue
in wine, women and song
Yet apply it to color --
it's just plain wrong
Abstain from wine, women, and song, mostly song
Ya gotta trust me, have I ever steered ya wrong
Okay one time back in '56
Said Elvis wouldn't be hit
Young and foolish back then, but foolish all along
Saw an old beggar with cup in hand
Pleading for coins ragged old man
Bald and toothless sight all but gone
Dropped him a coin he told his song
Once I was powerful and ruled the land
Anything I desired was at my command
Gorged on feast wine women and song
I was King of the World to me it belonged
I lived in palaces and ruled the World
Life and death at my finger's twirl
Every decision I utter from my lips
In scrolls great scholars dutifully kept
I wore robes woven of the finest gold
Legends and songs of me were told
Masses adored me treasures piled to the sky
Great statues of me were mountain high
Listening of tales from one ruined and humbled
The arrogance he spoked made truth crumble
He rattled his cup pathetic and sad
Apologizing it was the only coin I had
I left the old soul on the corner street
Never staying to learn of his defeat
But if life leaves you down and awhirl
Why not believe your King of the World.
It seems so long ago,
"My little world"
When I was young,
and very talented.
I had so many ways to go.
Opportunity was there,
so many oats to sow.
Time was all on my side,
youth was the Soldier of my pride.
Strength, I had it in one hand.
All the ability and courage,
to conquer this promised land.
Wisdom so deep,
it amazed the best.
My life was all ahead of me,
I could meet any test.
So many years, so many dreams,
but the lost bridges, winding streams,
a wrong turn here, a wrong turn there.
Soon, no life, no lasting love,
no one to care.
Wine, women and song,
bars, cars and booze.
Nothing more to lose.
Untouched,
the dreams have all gone.
Life wasted from the time I was born.
My soul, an empty heart,
so unfurled,
welcome to what is left,
of my empty world.
Wine, women and song-
delirious impressions
both over- and understated.
Nonsense to the uninitiated.
This is how my daydream began:
gyrating on stage with long hair
like and adolescent shaman-
visions of a young Jim Morrison.
Wine, women and song-
punk, funk, southern boogie drunk
battle ax guitars, pounding drums
blacken and brutal beer soaked bars.
This is the dream come true:
an insidious reality
that suddenly struck rude.
Nonsense to the uninitiated.
Now, it is still the wine
women and song that I long for.
Indelible impressions
both over-and understated.