Name One Song That Relates To Poker Or Gambling. Share Lyrics Or A Video. (4 Viewers)

Regarding Loser by Grateful Dead. The line “ I know a little something you won’t ever know “

Do y’all know what he’s talking about ? Would be interesting to hear your thoughts. I think I know what he means .
 
Regarding Loser by Grateful Dead. The line “ I know a little something you won’t ever know “

Do y’all know what he’s talking about ? Would be interesting to hear your thoughts. I think I know what he means .

interesting you picked that line out, because i've thought about it before. i've gone between a) the narrator being cocky and having a "system" and b) the narrator knowing he has a gambling problem and will never admit it. but based on the following line and the general theme of the song, i generally lean towards a).

what's your theory?
 
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If you like to gamble
I tell you, I'm your man
You win some, lose some
It's all the same to me

The pleasure is to play
Makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed
The only card I need
Is the Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades

Playing for the high one
Dancing with the devil
Going with the flow
It's all a game to me

Seven or eleven
Snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit
Double stake or split
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades

You know I'm born to lose
And gambling's for fools
But that's the way I like it, baby
I don't want to live forever
And don't forget the joker

Pushing up the ante
I know you got to see me
Read 'em and weep
The dead man's hand again

I see it in your eyes
Take one look and die
The only thing you see
You know it's gonna be
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades, uh
 
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Sorry for my tardiness, post updated (and great harmonica work in it)



Sting, "Shape Of My Heart" (1993, from album Ten Summoner's Tales)


He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
If I told her that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
But those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
 
Please keep it to 1 song at first to give more members an opportunity to participate.

Here's mine

Dave Matthew's Band

"Angel"

I call you up
You pick up
You call my bluff
On the card to love
You hold too close
Your hands to your chest
I can read your eyes
But I confess
It's lonely far from you, oh

Even when you're right by me
It's only why I wait for you
To take my hand

Why do I beg like a child for your candy?
Why do I come after you like I do, I love you?
Wherever you are
I swear
You be my angel
You

I play my cards the best I can
But I lose my luck when you're not here
My darling heart
Won't you please give in?
I may be strong
But I want you back again

When you're not here it's hard to pretend
It's all alright again
When you're not here love it's hard to pretend
It's all alright but still
Why do I beg like a child for your candy?
Why do I run after you like I do, I love you?
Whatever you are
I swear
You be my angel, you

Watch the deck
Count your cards
Makes no sense
That I'm always losing
When you're gone

Why do I beg like a child for your candy?
Why do I come after you like I do, I love you
Whatever you are
I swear
You'll be my angel, you
When you're gone

One of my favorite DMB songs
 
Only 2 card references BUT this song rocks...that's enough for me!!!


I learned to run before I learned how to walk
Learned how to yell before I learned how to talk
Learned how to laugh before I learned how to cry
Learned how to leave before I learned how to say goodbye
I learned to run before I learned how to fight
Learned how to read before I learned how to write
Learned how to fight before I learned how to lose
Learned I was right before I learned how to tie my shoes

Cuz I'm a one man Army
I'm the King of Hearts
I'm like a Shaolin master of the martial arts
Cut my best friend just to watch him Bleed
Cuz I'm a bubba
Just a bad seed

I learned to duck before I learned how to fall
Learned how to love before I learned how to crawl
I learned how to cheat before I learned how to play
Been on the streets since I got in daddy's way
I hit the floor when they put out the lights
And I can kill you with a couple of rights
I got a scull & a prison tattoo
Been in the joint since 1982

Cus I'm a one man gang
I'm the Ace of Spades
I'm like a jet pilot flying on a phantom raids
I kill a couple of phantoms that's for all I need
Cuz I'm a bubba
Just a bad seed
 

Midnight, and I'm a-waitin' on the twelve-oh-five
Hopin' it'll take me just a little farther down the line
Moonlight, you're just a heartache in disguise
Won't you keep my heart from breakin'
If it's only for a very short time?

Playin' with the Queen of Hearts
Knowin' it ain't really smart
The Joker ain't the only fool
Who'll do anythin' for you
Layin' out another lie
Thinkin' 'bout a life of crime
'Cause that's what I'll have to do
To keep me away from you

Honey, you know it makes you mad
Why is everybody tellin' everybody what you have done?
Baby, I know it makes you sad
But when they're handin' out the heartaches
You know you got to have you some

Playin' with the Queen of Hearts
Knowin' it ain't really smart
The Joker ain't the only fool
Who'll do anythin' for you
Layin' out another lie
Thinkin' 'bout a life of crime
'Cause that's what I'll have to do
To keep me away from you

Lovers, I know you've had a few
But hide your heart beneath the covers
And tell 'em they're the only one
And others, they know just what I'm goin' through
And it's a-hard to be a lover
When you say you're only in it for fun

Playin' with the Queen of Hearts
Knowin' it ain't really smart
The Joker ain't the only fool
Who'll do anythin' for you
Playin' with the Queen of Hearts
And knowin' it ain't really smart
The Joker ain't the only fool
Who'll do anythin' for you
Layin' out another lie
Thinkin' 'bout a life of crime
'Cause that's what I'll have to do
To keep me away from you

Playin' with the Queen of Hearts
Playin' with the Queen of Hearts
Playin' with the Queen of Hearts
Playin' with the Queen of Hearts
 
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Two versions of this since the lyrics are significantly different:

Jack O' Di, Jack O' Diamond
Jack O' Di, Jack O' Diamond
Jack O' Diamond's a hard card to play
Jack O' Diamonds once in time
He did rob a friend of mine
Jack O' Diamonds is a hard card to play

Jack O' Di, Jack O' Diamond
Jack O' Diamond's a hard card to play
Bet the Jack against the Queen
It's gonna turn your money green
Jack O' Diamonds is a hard card to play

You can bet the Jack again the Four
You're gonna win right in the dough
Jack O' Diamonds is a hard card to play

Jack O' Di, Jack O' Diamond
Jack O' Diamond's a hard card to play
Jack O' Diamonds made me cry

I expect to gamble until I die
Jack O' Diamonds is a hard card to play
Jack O' Di, Jack O' Diamond
Jack O' Diamond's a hard card to play
Jack O' Di, Jack O' Diamond
Jack O' Diamond's a hard card to play

O Mollie, O Mollie, it's for your sake alone
That I'd leave my old parents, my house and my home
That I leave my old parents you cause me to roam
I'm a rabble soldier and Dixie's my home

Jack O'Diamonds, Jack O'Diamonds, I know you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
Whiskey you villain, you've been my downfall
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all

Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor
They say I'm unworthy to enter her door
They say I drink whiskey, but my money's my own
And them that don't like me can leave me alone

I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
And when I get thirsty I'll lay down and cry
It's beefsteak when I'm hungry and whiskey when I'm dry
Greenbacks when I'm hard up and heaven when I die

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die
O baby, O baby, I've told you before
Do make me a pallet, I'll lay on the floor

I will build me a castle on yonder mountain high
Where my true love can see me when she comes ridin' by
Where my true love can see me and help me to mourn
I'm a rabble soldier and Dixie's my home

I'll get up in my saddle, my quirt in my hand
And I'll think of you Mollie when in some distant land
I'll think of you Mollie, you caused me to roam
I'm a rabble soldier and Dixie's my home

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
I would dive to the bottom to get sweet sup
But the ocean ain't whiskey, and I ain't no duck
So I'll play Jack O'Diamonds and try to change my luck

O baby, O baby, I've told you before
Do make me a pallet, I'll lay on your floor

I have rambled and gambled all my money away
But it's with the rabble army, O Mollie, I must stay
It is with the rabble army, O Mollie, I must roam
I'm a rabble soldier and Dixie's my home

Jack O'Diamonds, Jack O'Diamonds, I know you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whisky I cry
If you don't give me rye whiskey, I'll lay down and die

O Baby, O Baby, I've told you before
Do make me a shake-down, I'll lay on the floor
 
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Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn
So get those stakes up higher

There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there
And they're all livin' the devil may care
And I'm just the devil with love to spare, so
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas

How I wish that there were more
Than the twenty-four hours in the day
Even if there were forty more
I wouldn't sleep a minute away

Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal
All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin'
And your one arm bandits crashin'
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime
Turnin' night into daytime
If you see it once
You'll never be the same again

I'm gonna keep on the run
I'm gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke, oh well
I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time

I'm gonna give it ev'rything I've got
Lady luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shoot a seven with ev'ry shot, ah
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas, Viva, Viva Las Vegas
 
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You always won every time you placed a bet
You're still damn good
No one's gotten to you yet

Every time they were sure they had you caught
You were quicker than they thought
You'd just turn your back and walk

You always said the cards would never do you wrong
The trick, you said,
Was never play the game too long

A gambler's share, the only risk that you would take
The only loss you could forsake
The only bluff you couldn't fake

And you're still the same
I caught up with you yesterday (still the same, still the same)
Moving game to game
No one standing in your way

Turning on the charm
Long enough to get you by (still the same, still the same)
You're still the same
You still aim high

There you stood, everybody watched you play
I just turned and walked away
I had nothing left to say

'Cause you're still the same

The genius of this song is that it’s not actually about gambling.
 
Loser and Deal were both written by Hunter and Garcia, released on Jerry’s solo debut album Garcia in 1972, and were among JG’s favorite songs to play live, having been performed over 300 and 400 times, respectively.


Deal - lyrics by Robert Hunter, music by Jerry Garcia

Since it costs a lot to win, and even more to lose,
You and me bound to spend some time wond'rin' what to choose.
Goes to show, you don't ever know,
Watch each card you play and play it slow,
Wait until that deal come round,
Don't you let that deal go down, no, no.

I been gamblin' hereabouts for ten good solid years,
If I told you all that went down it would burn off both of your ears.
Goes to show you don't ever know
Watch each card you play and play it slow,
Wait until that deal come round,
Don't you let that deal go down, no, no.

Since you poured the wine for me and tightened up my shoes,
I hate to leave you sittin' there, composin' lonesome blues.
Goes to show you don't ever know
Watch each card you play and play it slow,
Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down.

Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down,
Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down,
Don't you let that deal go down, don't you let that deal go down

(edited to remove dictionary links in copy-pasted lyrics)

I have mixed feelings about Garcia and the Dead (spoiled by high school friends who beat them to, uh, death). But this is a favorite.

Only thing is, you have to go with a live version. Album versions are not a thing.

 
Corb Lund has played some poker.

He sure has! A degen's degen. That's a great one to listen to after rough game. This one is a little more optimistic. Listen to it on the way to the game :)

Audio quality on this one isn't great, but you'll get the idea.


Well, I guess I really oughta' be makin'
Up songs but all I wanna do is play cards
I know it's dumb and sick and wrong but all I wanna do is play cards
I got the studio booked in Tennessee
And my record producer's callin' me

The tape will roll in just three weeks, and all I wanna do is play cards
They wanna book the band for a rodeo dance, and all I wanna do is play cards
The contract claims they got five grand, but all I wanna do is play cards
My agent says we oughta take the show
But to tell you the truth I don't wanna go
There's a real good game of split high-low, and all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and cowboy pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Well, I could skate for free in the hockey league, but all I wanna do is play cards
Tattooed young dark haired girls call me, and all I wanna do is play cards

There's famous people'd like to write with me
And the beer at the Black Dog's usually free
The whole damn world's an oyster to me, and all I wanna do is play cards

We're on the radio in El Paso, and all I wanna do is play cards
Finally got a little bit of press and T.O., and all I wanna do is play cards
They're buying the records out in Amsterdam
There's rock tours booked in far-off lands
But I'm feelin' kinda gambley, and all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and racehorse pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Get on, boys!

I don't see much of my friends these days 'cause all I wanna do is play cards
Except Whitey and Gravy
They like a game, and all I wanna do is play cards
My neighbor Brent says I got a problem
But he don't know 'cause nobody taught him
To bet the best when you know you got 'em
And all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and cowboy pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Contract bridge and spades and whist and kings; little ones!
Canasta, hearts and spite and malice, kings; make little ones!
Whores and fours and one-eyed bores,
House rules that ain't acknowledged
And them games you learned at vet school and at agriculture college

Chinese rummy, Greek manila, Omaha, Dutch chase
Start 'em when they're young with fish and war and crazy eights
Twenty-one and thirty-one and seven twenty seven
Well if I don't play for money, hon, will I still get to heaven?

Three card brag, three card monte, razz and deuce to seven
Melding sets and red dog bets and counting cards with Kevin
Between the sheets and screw your neighbor, let it ride, strip poker
Old man on the corner, playin' pinochle with your girl, hey!
 
I have mixed feelings about Garcia and the Dead (spoiled by high school friends who beat them to, uh, death). But this is a favorite.

Only thing is, you have to go with a live version. Album versions are not a thing.

This seems like a bit of a soapbox. Do you have a favorite version you would prefer be linked? Yes, live versions are what the true fans prefer.

I attended more than a few shows where it was performed, both by JGB and the boys, but it’s been a while and I don’t really keep track of my favorite live version of each song these days.

The album version seemed like a good segue from rayn’s post about Loser to mine about Deal, as both songs appear on the album.
 
He sure has! A degen's degen. That's a great one to listen to after rough game. This one is a little more optimistic. Listen to it on the way to the game :)

Audio quality on this one isn't great, but you'll get the idea.


Well, I guess I really oughta' be makin'
Up songs but all I wanna do is play cards
I know it's dumb and sick and wrong but all I wanna do is play cards
I got the studio booked in Tennessee
And my record producer's callin' me

The tape will roll in just three weeks, and all I wanna do is play cards
They wanna book the band for a rodeo dance, and all I wanna do is play cards
The contract claims they got five grand, but all I wanna do is play cards
My agent says we oughta take the show
But to tell you the truth I don't wanna go
There's a real good game of split high-low, and all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and cowboy pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Well, I could skate for free in the hockey league, but all I wanna do is play cards
Tattooed young dark haired girls call me, and all I wanna do is play cards

There's famous people'd like to write with me
And the beer at the Black Dog's usually free
The whole damn world's an oyster to me, and all I wanna do is play cards

We're on the radio in El Paso, and all I wanna do is play cards
Finally got a little bit of press and T.O., and all I wanna do is play cards
They're buying the records out in Amsterdam
There's rock tours booked in far-off lands
But I'm feelin' kinda gambley, and all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and racehorse pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Get on, boys!

I don't see much of my friends these days 'cause all I wanna do is play cards
Except Whitey and Gravy
They like a game, and all I wanna do is play cards
My neighbor Brent says I got a problem
But he don't know 'cause nobody taught him
To bet the best when you know you got 'em
And all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and cowboy pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Contract bridge and spades and whist and kings; little ones!
Canasta, hearts and spite and malice, kings; make little ones!
Whores and fours and one-eyed bores,
House rules that ain't acknowledged
And them games you learned at vet school and at agriculture college

Chinese rummy, Greek manila, Omaha, Dutch chase
Start 'em when they're young with fish and war and crazy eights
Twenty-one and thirty-one and seven twenty seven
Well if I don't play for money, hon, will I still get to heaven?

Three card brag, three card monte, razz and deuce to seven
Melding sets and red dog bets and counting cards with Kevin
Between the sheets and screw your neighbor, let it ride, strip poker
Old man on the corner, playin' pinochle with your girl, hey!
That's a great song, too. I wanted to share that one as well, but the rules said share one song. :(
 
He sure has! A degen's degen. That's a great one to listen to after rough game. This one is a little more optimistic. Listen to it on the way to the game :)

Audio quality on this one isn't great, but you'll get the idea.


Well, I guess I really oughta' be makin'
Up songs but all I wanna do is play cards
I know it's dumb and sick and wrong but all I wanna do is play cards
I got the studio booked in Tennessee
And my record producer's callin' me

The tape will roll in just three weeks, and all I wanna do is play cards
They wanna book the band for a rodeo dance, and all I wanna do is play cards
The contract claims they got five grand, but all I wanna do is play cards
My agent says we oughta take the show
But to tell you the truth I don't wanna go
There's a real good game of split high-low, and all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and cowboy pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Well, I could skate for free in the hockey league, but all I wanna do is play cards
Tattooed young dark haired girls call me, and all I wanna do is play cards

There's famous people'd like to write with me
And the beer at the Black Dog's usually free
The whole damn world's an oyster to me, and all I wanna do is play cards

We're on the radio in El Paso, and all I wanna do is play cards
Finally got a little bit of press and T.O., and all I wanna do is play cards
They're buying the records out in Amsterdam
There's rock tours booked in far-off lands
But I'm feelin' kinda gambley, and all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and racehorse pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Get on, boys!

I don't see much of my friends these days 'cause all I wanna do is play cards
Except Whitey and Gravy
They like a game, and all I wanna do is play cards
My neighbor Brent says I got a problem
But he don't know 'cause nobody taught him
To bet the best when you know you got 'em
And all I wanna do is play cards

Crib and guts and stook and gin and stud and cowboy pitch
Blackjack, eight or better, hold 'em, draw, and chase the bitch
Acey deucy, never loosey, hearts and black mariah
Smear and low Chicago, man, the stakes keep gettin' higher

Contract bridge and spades and whist and kings; little ones!
Canasta, hearts and spite and malice, kings; make little ones!
Whores and fours and one-eyed bores,
House rules that ain't acknowledged
And them games you learned at vet school and at agriculture college

Chinese rummy, Greek manila, Omaha, Dutch chase
Start 'em when they're young with fish and war and crazy eights
Twenty-one and thirty-one and seven twenty seven
Well if I don't play for money, hon, will I still get to heaven?

Three card brag, three card monte, razz and deuce to seven
Melding sets and red dog bets and counting cards with Kevin
Between the sheets and screw your neighbor, let it ride, strip poker
Old man on the corner, playin' pinochle with your girl, hey!
But Corb Lund is one of my favorites. Such a great songwriter and storyteller.
 
Oh that reminded me.


Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
And they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
We'll be goin' out where the sand turn to gold
But put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold

Oh, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now I've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers
And I am south of the line
Well, I'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' end
But I talked to a man last night
Gonna do a little favor for him

Well, everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
 
This seems like a bit of a soapbox. Do you have a favorite version you would prefer be linked? Yes, live versions are what the true fans prefer.

I attended more than a few shows where it was performed, both by JGB and the boys, but it’s been a while and I don’t really keep track of my favorite live version of each song these days.

The album version seemed like a good segue from rayn’s post about Loser to mine about Deal, as both songs appear on the album.

In my high school people would collect bootleg Dead concert cassettes and argue endlessly about which live version of any given Dead songs was the best. (My stock answer was always “Berkeley 73” just so I didn’t have to play that annoying game.)

But no one, not even newbie casual fans, would be caught dead listening to the album versions, which are generally bloodless and by the numbers.

The album versions are dice chips.
 

Aldo's standing at his table
And he's wondering if he's able
To pick the number right this time
He watches as the wheel stops spinning
Sees the number that is winning
As he reaches for his glass of wine
Once he starts it's hard to stop
He's keeping up a pace like a tight wound clock
Be sure you don't step in his way
He'll keep those numbers rolling
This may be his last day
As all the bets are taken
Aldo lights a smoke, he's shaking
From carnation right to the ground
He knows tonight holds one last chance
And give the wheel a final glance
Slippery fingers drop the money down
Once he starts it's hard to stop
He's keeping up a pace like a tight wound clock
And as he leaves the table, "No luck today"
You can rest assured
He's coming back to try again
Wind him up, he can't stop
He's wound up tight just like the clock
That's winding its second hand down
Wind him up, he can't stop
He keeps on going 'round the clock
He's winding his second hand down
Wind him up, he can't stop
He's wound up tight just like the clock
That's winding its second hand down
Wind him up, he can't stop
He keeps on going 'round the clock
He's winding his second hand down
Wind him up, he can't stop
He's wound up tight just like the clock
That's winding its second hand down
Wind him up, he can't stop
He keeps on going 'round the clock
He's winding his second hand down
 
Oh that reminded me.


Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
And they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
We'll be goin' out where the sand turn to gold
But put your stockings on 'cause it might get cold

Oh, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now I've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers
And I am south of the line
Well, I'm tired of gettin' caught out on the losin' end
But I talked to a man last night
Gonna do a little favor for him

Well, everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
On the night after Eddie Vedder wrote the song “Gone,” Eddie sang “Atlantic City” solo, as a warm up for the Pearl Jam show. That was clearly my biggest regret of missing a concert.
 
In my high school people would collect bootleg Dead concert cassettes and argue endlessly about which live version of any given Dead songs was the best. (My stock answer was always “Berkeley 73” just so I didn’t have to play that annoying game.)

But no one, not even newbie casual fans, would be caught dead listening to the album versions, which are generally bloodless and by the numbers.

The album versions are dice chips.
When asked what my favorite dead album is I say 2/26/77 or 9/26/91 . To me each show is an album. The studio stuff gets no play in my world.
 

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