Games Of Chance Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

AG blind man cheats at cards

He's no rEmemorse and no regard

IC pull my pistol bDut still I cannGot advance

GNo matter where I aim

The laws will Emhold me in the blame

ForC shooting from Dbehind in a gamGe of chance

I Dleave him there this time

To keep my Emdollar and my dime

Instead IC guzzle all tDhe booze I cGan finance

I Dfeel it in my gullet

Whiskey Emburning like a bullet

In theC balls of cheaters in tDhe gameGs of chance

Verse 2

Some sucker takes a chair

His monkey stands back by the stairs

And jingles coins inside the pockets of his pants

The blind man's busy shuffling

Sucker's pipe is busy puffing

Monkey is staring anxious for the game of chance

Sucker hisses "I'll be damned"

As blind man rakes in the first hand

The monkey's lost the will to keep a steady stance

The blind man shuffles once

The sucker sucks his pipe and grunts

The church bell is clanging cursing at the game of chance

Verse 3

Blind man ante's up and sits

The sucker sucks his husk and sits

The sun is dying wrecking picnics and romance

The monkey is walking up to me

He's got chaw between his teeth

He says "Church bells never ring for games of chance"

The sucker throws his ante down

The blind man deals another round

I watched the sucker give his monkey friend a glance

He's squirming like a slug

Among the company of thugs

Who pass the salt around at every given chance

Verse 4

Sucker folds with sweaty palms

A storm is erupting from the calm

The suckers tongue is talking as if in a trance

With eyes like falling stars

The blind man deals out five more cards

The thunders rolling like the dice in games of chance

The sucker looks in terror

Grabs his pistol for the error

All because he holds the same cards in his hands

Two jacks and three of a kind

"Another full house" says the blind

"How lucky can you be in games of chance"

Verse 5

The blind man's awful laugh

Provokes the sucker's awful wrath

I watched the monkey and the sucker both advance

And through that battle cloud

I swear that I could hear the shouts

Of two men hustled by the god of games of chance

The smoke cleared with no sucker

Monkey or blind man at poker

And outside looked like a hurricane had danced

What remained from the attack

Was three sixes and two jacks

The final hand in the final game of chance