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then... I pull that handle.
oh, the noises that it makes.
then...I hear the coins all fall,
it gives me wonderful shakes.

I started with just five dollars,
then...ten now twenty gone.
"that's okay" I say to myself,
"I came here for the fun."

then...after thirty minutes
I've lost five hundred more.
I reach deep into my pockets
and pull out another four...

...hundred that is...

...then...I get excited...
when five hundred quarters fall.
I hit the "trippple sevens",
now I'm Having me a ball.

then...I think of what I've done,
this is what I deplore.
I only played the minimum,
I should have put in MORE !

then...I take my winnings
I place it all on green
then...the woman spins the wheel.
she yells... "RED SIXTEEN"

then...In my complete frustration
I pull two hundred more
then...I say a little prayer
and place it on "red four".

"BLACK TWENTY THREE"
are the words-
spoken boldly from the floor.
then... I slowly walk away, (shit)
"I can't play this no more".

I've only been here a short time
I can not leave this place
It's an hour drive back to my home
that would be a big disgrace.

then...I pull my last five hundred
and go to play some craps.
for a while I am doing fine,
with all those other chaps.

7777777

I think of all the things I'll do
all the places I will go
my wife will be so happy
when I take her to the show.

then...Ill send her to the mall
to buy her a new dress.
she'll be so dawgone proud of me,
all night we will caress.

7777777

then...after nine long hours
My hands begin to shake
what will I tell my family
this sure was a big mistake.

7777777

then... I pull that handle,
I pull it one more time.
I look down at the credits,
I have not one more dime.

then...I raise in shambles,
my body is so numb.
"Oh My God" is what I think
"How could I be so dumb".

then... I slowly walk,
straight out through the style.
I don't even have the money,
for the tolls I will compile.

then...I lift my head and smile really fake.
as I walk right past those guards.
as if to my own wake.

then...As I exit the front doors
I look down upon the floor
with the whisper of a little prayer
that I could find some more.

then...I suddenly remembered
we have nothing to eat.
I was suppose to stop at the store
and buy some bread and meat...

then...I finally reach my car
My shirt I begin to rend.

what will I do when I get home...

...what ...then...

...what...then...

...what ...then ?

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