Story Behind The Song
Inspired by a '64 strat and a gambling problem
Song Description
the parallels between life as a musician and life as a gambler
| Song Length |
5:29 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Country - Rock |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| |
Lyrics
The sun bursts off the worn out wood
Each scratch would tell you somethinif it only could
It's never much to look at but it sounds made of gold
and if you think you're man enough it just might save you're soul
If you ante in to our game
check you're feelings at the door
although we play for blood
we never keep the score
and you just might find the heart
of you're loving man
but the guitar don't give a damn
Smoke hovers thick around the room like a bell
Everybody's got a poker face but nobody's got to tell
One may have a winner and one may have to fold
but if you think you're man enough it just might save your soul
If you ante in to our game
check you're feelings at the door
although we play for blood
we never keep the score
you just might find the heart
of you're loving man
but the guitar don't give a damn
The loser's not empty handed but he wishes he was
Time to go home now and get the guitar case with all the dust
Remember what the guitar told you so long ago
you knew what you were in for when you first walked in that door
If you ante in to our game
check you're feelings at the door
although we play for blood
we never keep the score
you just might find the heart
of you're loving man
but the guitar don't give a damn