Bobby died at the table
In tuscon arizona
In his last days he pulled me aside
Said boy somethin I wanna show ya
Reached down into his backpack
Pulled out a deck of cards
Showed me the nail mark on the jack of diamonds
And the ink on the king of hearts
Said this is how I get em
Two cards is all ya need
I mean sure I guess I could a beat em on the square
But a little extra edge dont hurt nobody
He said son heres how I see it
I didnt force no one to play
Its not like any of them would have a problem
Beatin me out of my last penny
Nah you can judge me all you want but
Im not the one that broke the rules
Didn't anybody tell em not to put up
What they couldn't afford to lose
Besides if not to me its not like they
Wouldn't have given it away
To anyone of these
State lotteries tribal casinos or bookies
Then he took the deck back out of my hands and
Stuffed it down in his bag
Kind of grinned said best of luck to you kid
Then he walked out of the rillito horsetrack
Well its a hard way to make an easy livin
Thats just what bobby would say
Sometimes I can still hear him needling me
In this old man coffee game
