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Danny was an old-time Bourbon Street barker |
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Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker |
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And always cued-up a ball |
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Thinking he was one rack away |
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But even when you run the table |
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The check still seems small |
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When it's your last payday |
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The shallow pocket changer |
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Who always took advantage of strangers |
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Tried to make a five-grand grab |
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With a split second getaway |
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But he forgot that a bag of money |
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Ain't worth much on a slab |
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When it's your last payday |
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That line about luck just can't be bought |
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You're always lucky 'til you get caught |
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Trouble will find you, no need to look |
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And luck won't help when they close the book |
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I know a lot of young fellas in here |
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Especially those on the highest tier |
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Still want to believe |
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That Santa comes in a sleigh |
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They're right about the long white beard |
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But wrong about Christmas Eve |
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What's Christmas, when it's your last payday |
