That’s All You Get

Take my advice, that's what she said
Find a place to sleep tonight that
Aint in my bed
Get as far away from me as you can
If you know what's good for you
You'll be a long gone man
I thought we were doing great
I thought that we were set
But she said
That's all you get, boy
That's all you get

Get yourself a slice of pie
Have a piece of cake
Only things you get in life
Is what you take
Make sure you fill your plate
Like a millionaire
Go back for a second time
You'll find the table bare
Out back the Maître D, he smokes a cigarette
And he says
That's all you get, boy
That's all you get

Belly up to the crystal ball
And get your fortune told
Find out what the future holds
What's down the road
Gypsy in her caravan with charms of Devil's Wood
She says, I can see your future, boy
And it don't look good
Throw out those Tarot cards
Unwrap another deck
But she says
That's all you get, boy
That's all you get

You can lay your money down
And spin the roulette wheel
You can push your chips all in
And tell the man to deal
You can find a good luck charm to blow upon your dice
And baby, you can roll them bones one time
Hell, you can roll 'em twice
But when you try to win it all by placing on last bet
Remember
That's all you get, boy
That's all you get

That's all you get, boy
That's all you get
That's all you get, boy
That's all you get



Credits
Writer(s): Guy Edward Chervenka, Maurice Raymond Motut, Rob Richard Edward Mclatchy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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