Lyrics

Slim and the Stranger

Slim rolled into Blackhawk
Straight to a pawn shop
To hock the rest of his things

Running from collectors
That he had neglected
Somewhere down near the Springs

The weight of regret
Hadn’t left him just yet
From the last bet that he’d laid down

With not much to lose
And nothing new
Slim chooses to head into town

We can’t hide what we are, same old song
Time is skinny and our shadows they are long
No one knows where chips might fall and it's getting late
Calling blind. And I find.
Aces backed with eights
Those aces backed with eights

At a game of draw
Slim looked and saw
A mix of drifters, grifters and cheats

A stranger well weathered
A face made of leather
Big stacks in front of his seat

Through Flurries of cards
And a haze of cigars
The table started to wane

The best of the mess
Had been laid to rest
And Only two did remain

It was Slim’s last
Chips in the center were vast
It wasn’t hard to understand

Slim was all in
He needed to win
A pair of aces he had in hand

Slim gazed at his take
As if it were a mistake
Two snowman dressed in black

The stranger didn’t rush
He was bluffing a flush
He told the dealer that he would stay

Slim was in luck
With the gold he had struck
He took two, and started to pray

At the strangers redress
Slim’s pairs were best
Over cowboys and rodeo queens

The Stranger pulled his piece
Slim’s winning was brief
Seems the stranger, was calling his bluff

With the luck that he’d been given
While he was still living
Expired with him on the floor

Aces backed with eights
Tis the dead man's hand
Whatever you win in sin
You’ll end up giving back again
Black suits lead to black suits
When they lower you down
You can't take it with you
When you're six feet in the ground