Turf The Gambler

Letra de Turf The Gambler

Poor old Turf the Gambler He was a friend of mine Crashed upon the pavement by the Beast We'd been playing poker, of course, and drinking wine When we heard his soul had been releasedWe glued him back together and passed a hat around Paid to have it stitched above his bed Embroidered words he'd spoken would greet his tired eyes When he awoke, transfixed but not deadPoor old Turf the Gambler And now he tells his tale And shows his scars from here to Hollywood To waitresses and actresses and princes who preside Over everything you thought was gone for goodPoor old Turf the Gambler