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Fast Card Freddies` in his sixties now
His weekends ain`t what they used to be...
He has trouble climbing the stairs
that squeak through the door to the attic...
And anything that consistent
is still the tell he needs...
Shoeboxes stacked over two foot high
he claims they`re all he reads...
Now he shuffles through the cards
for memories to keep...
and when he finds one
all that he can do
is read `em and weep...
Christmas, Birthday, Anniversary cards
Cards just for being a friend...
A lover, a person who cries with me
And to the man who would bring me my dreams...
she believed, she believed...
His wife passed away ten years ago
He can`t find any letters from himself
He spent more time playing cards with his friends
than he did with the woman who cared...
Who cares about the turn or the river
when you walk into a dry graveyard bed
And how many times did he call her
to swear to the lies that he said...
Now he shuffles through the cards
for memories to keep
and when he finds one...
All that he can do
is Read "Em and Weep...
Almost everynight he dreams
of the cards he held...
and the cocktails that he stirred
And now he realizes...
that the best hand he ever held
was hers...
Bury him with aces...
One should seal what he feels
One spade straight to the heart...
To the heart of the Queen
he will forever kneel...
Now he sleeps when the drugs
kick in and he prays they will...
the best hand he ever held
was hers...
and it always will...
Shuffle as much as you want
shuffle as much as you will
He spent too much time away
from the girl who loves him still...
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