[Lyric] The Dealer (Mel Bryant & the Mercy Makers)

Hold your hand up, honey
You're ready for this
Just lay them down
Hold your hand up, honey
Keep steady and this could be our way out
Haven't shown up here since I was eighteen
Got counting cards
Just don't give us away and you'll be okay
This game ain't that hard

Just another hundred and baby, we're heading down south
Get you a diamond, a baby, and a big old house
Your parents must be wondering where you been
Slipping through, just made it to nineteen

Room full of pictures of us and big Cadillacs
And a medicine cabinet there was never a reason to have
The people starе as you hit the table and pray
Cause twеnty is the best damn place to stay

We don't need a hundred, baby, we're heading out west
We're stealing a car and we'll siphon a bottle of our gas
Oh, the tables fold and nobody won
You see that I'm now your best twenty one
And the dealer says, "You're done"
Hold up your hand up, honey
That's enough for today
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Hold your hand up, honey
You're walking away and don't look back