Fish in a Birdcage - Rule #15 - Four Aces

Another day of working on the old train tracks
Breaking a sweat, while breaking my back
Just a couple days on these old train tracks
On my way back home

Twenty something years of working in the sun
The days are hot the days are long
Shackles, chains, shovels and spades
Work me to the bones

No I'm not innocent, and I would do it all again, That devil earned his sin, cast in a worthless waste of skin, i'll never forgive him, I'll never forget, I'll never forgive him- for what he did

See I used to be a gambler at the crack of noon,
With piles of chips, at the sales salon
When my 4 aces beat his straight,
And He tried to take my life

But that son of a bitch, the roach of a man
Drew his gun, and changed my plans,
From living life easy to a life behind chains
He shot my woman down

No I'm not innocent, and I would do it all again, The devil earned his sin, he was a worthless waste of skin, i'll never forgive him, I'll never forget, I'll never forgive him- for what he did

Another day of working on the old train tracks
Breaking a sweat, while breakin my back
Just a couple days on these old train tracks
On my way back home

Twenty something years of working in the sun
The days are hot the days are long
Shackles, chains, shovels and spades
Work me to the bones