What I got

Got blood shot eyes,
got a brocken nose,
got teeth that don't line up so straight.

Got a slap in the face
for being forward.
Got the sack for being late.

Got a hope in hell,
got a friend in jesus,
got the address if a good whorehouse in Rome.

Got a million choices,
different roads to take,
but not one of them takes me home.

Got two high pairs,
got an ace up my sleeve,
got nothing to loose but my pride.

Got a well filled glass
and my friends around me,
but I got something missing inside.

Got a picture in my wallet,
the girl I left,
she got a smile that'll make you swoon.

Got a ticket in my pocket,
one way out,
'cos I'm going back to her soon.

Gotta win this one,
gotta make my stake,
play the ticket for half it's cost.

Layed it on the table
got a sudden flashback
saw everything I ever lost.

Back in Saigon
a hand of five card draw
that cost me the shirt off my back.

And all of my dreams,
and my self respect,
the chances that I never lacked.

Gotta make the play.
Gotta see your hand.
Got nothing you can read on my face.

Got a stroke of luck,
helped out a touch.
Got away by the skin of an Ace.

Gotta quit this table.
Gotta boat to catch.
Leaves with or without me the same.

Got a well filled glass,
got a lucky feeling,
got time for one more game.