Don't Tell Jimmy
Brock Zeman
I was all full of bourbon with a poker face
A pair of dice in my pocket, I was holding a straight
Been folding all night but now it's my turn to raise
And I'm going all in against Jimmy the Ace
Jimmy's eyes were black and closed like quarter slots
Face like a stone gargoyle as he threw his chips in the pot
I threw down my cards and he sneered with his mouth
And I was sober as a judge when he threw down a full house
Don't you tell Jimmy that I ain't got no money
He's likely to kill me if he can find me
Three jacks and two bitches gonna be the death of me
And if he comes a-snooping and a-looking for me
Just say I went that–a-way or that you never saw me
He's gotta blade with my name on it, a shiny little ticket to the grave
When I got up from the table my knees felt weak
Jimmy said: I'll take my money by the end of this week
And if you try to run I'll cut you down like a tree
I'm Jimmy the Ace son, you don't wanna mess with me
Whiskey won't work and sleep is outta the question
When it's Jimmy the Ace that you've gone into debt with
And if I should die before I wake
I'll kiss the devil's ass for saving me from Jimmy the Ace
With the front door locked and blinds covering all the windows
And the lights shut off that ain't no kinda living
A string of bad luck will bring a head of bad dreams
I see three jacks and two bitches every night when I sleep
It's been a week now and I just can't take no more
So I'm going with my pistol to the liquor store
Everything will be fine if I can get away
If not I'll tell the jailer to swallow the key