The Gambler

On a warm summer evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler
And we were both too tired to sleep…

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light

I said, “Fuck off, you worthless scumsucking mooch!  If I didn’t think you’d reek up the whole car, I’d hope you die in your sleep!!


4 Responses

  1. Well! That takes care of THAT earworm.

    Just another service I offer.

    I was singing that song to myself this morning and thought…”Wait a tick. He takes your last drink of booze, bums a cig, and a light, and then tells you ‘Know when to hold ’em and when to fold ’em?’ The average bum on the street gives you a better story for a nickel handout…”

  2. Mmmmmmkay then. Tonight might not be the night for song writing there baby?

    What, you don’t think that would be a hit? Sam Kinison woulda loved it.

  3. Yup, earworm now gone.

  4. I don’t think that is a version of “The Gambler” I have heard. *gigglesnort*

    I don’t think Kenny Rogers could have starred in movies based on this one.

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