Ol' Snake Eyes

Ol' Snake Eyes                                      March 29, 2006

Sifting through the sands of time,

I look in my hand at my last dime.

O', isn't a shame? Just a crying shame?

You'd thought after she'd kicked me out,

After all the fussing and falling out,

I'd better understand the game.

What a crying shame!

I've made my life so lame.

And so it goes with the territory,

I rolled the dice, didn't come up with glory,

I guess Ol' Snake Eyes stared me straight in the eyes.

I told my girl all those many lies,

And that was just my first mistake,

And the beginning of my long, perpetuating grief.

My mama said to me, "Don't play with matches,

Or you just find yourself getting burned."

Well, I did anyway, and look what I've done,

All the damage I did, end result wasn't fun.

I'm out on my ass, down on my luck,

Traveling from town to town in many a pickup truck.

I'm a vagabond, a tramp, a loser, a stupid git,

And now I understand my wife's reference to me as a twit.

I guess I'll take my harmonica, play a tune,

Hope a nice person drops me a dollar or two.

I'll save up some money, cash it in on some Absolut,

Because after all, I need to drink away this brute.

There again, I've been told by my priest, lies the question

Of what humans can draw upon knowledge of their limits.

He said to me, "My son, learn from the poor beggar,

If you try to wash away your troubles,

Ol' Snake Eyes will have stared you down in sin."