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More Oar: A Tribute to Alexander "Skip" Spence (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Joy of Living/Love Is a Game of Poker (Nelson Riddle) · Joy of Living/Love Is a Game of Poker (Nelson Riddle) · Essential Doo Wop: Crazy Crazy Crazy (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Crazy Crazy Hits: Crazy Christmas Hits (Crazy Frog) · Poker Face [5 Remixes] (Lady Gaga) · Poker Face (Lady Gaga) · Poker de Ases [Balboa] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Texas Hold 'em Poker (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Vegas Poker (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


problem

Just one answer
Gotta throw it all down
And kiss it goodbye
Yeah!

That was a crazy game of poker (That was a crazy game of poker)
I lost it all (I
watch last night 
Well I gotta problem 

Just one answer 
Gotta throw it all down 
And kiss it goodbye 
Yeah! 

That was a crazy game of poker
Floyd and then 
He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land 
I was good luck to a soldier back in W.W.II 
He lost me in a poker game the day
or Zsa-Zsa

On Congo we meet a pretty cannibal Queen
We are posing for pictures in the Life magazine

She propose poker game to pass the time in-between
a dance
The steward then announced
That we could play the game of "chance"

We crowded round the table
With our money in our hands
I ended up
of your actions really are just a game
That your life is just a chain reaction, taking you day by day
She says nothing's forever in this crazy world
of your actions really are just a game
That your life is just a chain reaction, taking you day by day
She says nothing's forever in this crazy world
because he's earning
He'll always live in L.A.
A custom made wallet that stays in his pocket
And never comes out to pay bills
He's winning at poker
a penny goes
Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been

I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then
He gave
I was born the son of a car shark 
With a deck in my hand 
I'm the best at playing the game 
I'm known throughout the land 

At the tables
the gambler slapped his money down
Dirty dollars one hundred or more
Placed his last bet on a poker game
Crossed his heart for the winning score

But
And in a fancy car with a private bar and a personal valet
There was a bunch of cold eyed men sittin' at a poker table
Bettin' hot stakes all around
like me to get your game like that
Young nigga, you could get a smack for that
I'm that nigga who brought the afro back 
And pat your back and then I
an' left home
Tuck was pretty old back then an' by now he's long gone

But I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die
They get put out to pasture
we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.

There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he'd get full he
It was a home run when the game was tied
A pick up truck when I could drive
One pink line when Katie said I'm late
It was a passing grade,
And in a fancy car with a private bar and a personal valet
There was a bunch of cold eyed men sittin' at a poker table
Bettin' hot stakes all around
a belly full of cars,
All for something lacy
Some girl's going to see that dress
And crave that day like crazy

Little Indian kids on a bridge up in
to have to take the long walk
A poker game and a fast stake
Of these Jack was the master
But a man called Pete
At the end of a dusty dusty street
He's just
I lived by night, declined the naked light of day 

And only now I see the years that ran away 
Yesterday when I was young 
So many crazy songs
you wanna go that route

Say you must be crazy (hey girl you must have giddy)
To still want to be my lady, yeeeah (mr lover, come back to me, ha)
You must regret the day that you left me 
(Uh huh he don't deserve you(deserve you) he gunna regret that he hurt you (hurt you)) x2

Letoya!

I
of your actions really are just a game
That your life is just a chain reaction, taking you day by day
She says nothing's forever in this crazy world
to court the game and judge you by your hung jury
And I don't sport a chain
Blame it on my ancestors
Brought to port of slaves while I failed to be
eyes refused to see. I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, I never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation I can now