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Dollar short of holding

Sitting at the table Cards have all been dealt The direction of my future Lies before me on the felt I'll play the cards before me I have to go all in If I do not take the gamble I guess I'll never win I'm a dollar short of holding I'll ride the highs and lows I'm a dollar short of folding I guess that's the way it goes I'm a dollar short of holding I'll ride the highs and lows I'm a dollar short of folding I guess that's the way it goes The cards can tell your future These cards tell mine so well A dollar short of holding It's my fear I smell Do I bluff and risk my losing? Do I fold and walk away? The lord, he hates a coward God damn, I'm gonna play I'm a dollar short of holding I've got to go all in I'm a dollar short of folding With not gamble, I don't win I'm a dollar short of holding It's up to me, just how I play I'm a dollar short of folding To live to see another day
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roger-turner
Canadian
Published
May 31, 2015
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#short#life#future#day#play#games#holding#poker#cards#folding
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