I ONCE HAD A JOB A PRETTY WIFE
AND A COUPLE OF KIDS IT WASN'T A BAD LIFE
UNTIL MY GAMBLING GOT WORST MY LUCK WENT DRY
LADY LUCK NO LONGER AT MY SIDE
BECAUSE MY LOSES GOT TO HIGH
IT'S WHERE MY WIFE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE
BECAUSE ARE ACCOUNT WENT DRY AND I LOST MY JOB
WHEN I HAD TO PAY UP TO KEEP MY SELF ALIVE
AND ALSO MY FAMILY A PRICE I DIDN'T WANT TO PAY
IF SOMETHING HAPPEN TO THEM.
SO ONE DAY SHE HAD A ENOUGH SO SHE PACK THE CAR
AND BEFORE I COULD SAY SHE WAS FAR AWAY
THE PRICE I PAY FOR GAMBLING THEM AWAY
AND THAT WAS ONE COST THAT COST ME TO MUCH
BECAUSE I HAD NO WAY TO STAY IN TOUCH.
HE SAID AFTER BUYING ANOTHER ROUND TODAY.
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