gold teeth, slight of hand
steal away to a northern town
there upon a wishing well
a fathers son, a mother's [bad word] 
those were the cards for me
those were the cards for me, uh huh

we'll I learned it fast and I cut it clean
turned like a cog in a vast machine
and I know those were the cards for me
those were the cards for me

I had it once, but I lost the trail
I might get better but I won't get well
those were the cards for me
those were the cards for me

I know what's right
I've done my time
I know what's right
I wont' change my mind

one more chance to match the pieces
you can't believe the odds I'm up against
one roll of the dice
and I'm up again
one roll of the dice