Lost On A Gambler

The cantina went silent as the stranger came in from the road
In his eyes I could see that he carried a heavy load
Bowlegged like a cowhand, but he wasn't a horse-ridin' man
We all looked away when he asked to use the commode

The old fella rushed to the front of the line in great haste
Knocked on the door, bowlegged but running in place
Why did you cut me in line?
Said the lady who now stood behind
He said beggin' your pardon but sharting's a special case

Lost on a gambler & falling behind
When ya wager it all that there's nothing but brown wavy lines
Don't mess with a gambler when you're out on the town
Cause your big ol' cojones won't be alone in your chonis when it all comes down

Sometimes life hits you below the belt
Sometimes you've got to play the cards that you're dealt
But all you've got is a deuce
And there ain't no place to cut loose
I'm starting to understand how the old man felt

Lost on a gambler & falling behind
When ya wager it all that there's nothing but brown wavy lines
Don't mess with a gambler when you're out on the town
Cause your big ol' cojones won't be alone in your chonies
And I told you not to eat that 3 week old bologna when it all comes down