Gambling Fingers

Before I let my deal go down...

Nights were dark

Rooms were bright

Slippery plastic notes and little round chips

They all fell through

His trembling gambling fingers

Grasping at cards

Poking at buttons on that one-armed robber

With his damn gambling fingers

Muttering losers and downtown boozers

I can tell you how much money I have just by the feel

Sounds of dice and blinking lights

Time slips away like mercury

Everything else just fades away to black

Ready or not he’s out of luck

All that cash fell from his grasp

Of his withered and wrinkled

Gambling fingers

Last bets

Last call

Last chance

End of the line

For his gambling fingers