Rummies

"Let's say hypothetically
That you and I could make a couple G's
In just one evening
Off the Sugarloaf Key"

"The work is pretty easy
You get paid to take the risk
I know a guy who knows a guy
Who needs to make a skiff"

He said it that informally
Just two old rummies seated at the bar
And talking scars
And scores on the sea

The only thing between us
Was the simple fact we'd know
That if the Coast Guard showed up
Each man was on his own

'Cause when the handcuffs go on
All you really feel is the metal grind against your bones

So me and this guy walked down to the pier to have a beer.
Then he starts acting nervous
And the blue lights appear

The next thing I was tasting
Was a two by six pressure treated decking board
And my waists and my wrists had become one

When the handcuffs go on
All you really feel is the metal grind against your bones.

There's a moment when you think that you can get away
Trust me brother the game is already played
The bruises ain't really worth it anyway

If I had the option
I'd be softening some chica de ensuena
On a beach in Cardenas

But I'm stuck up here in holding
At the Dade Correctional
Just a son of the system where each
Morning on dawn

The handcuffs go on
And all you really feel is the metal grind against your bones