the felt hat the worn trench coat
the smell of old whiskey lingering like a lovers perfume
a pack of cards that never leaves his hands
and a smile that would warm your dead grandmother
just one more game I am sure you'll beat him this time
a grifter at heart and a drifter by necessity
seen every small town
and knows every shabby dive with a decent bourbon
A tired stride in his step though
needs that one big score
cant keep living off these nickels and dimes
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