From the recording When We're Together

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GAMECOCK AND HIS HEN
by Karen Robinson ©2016

There was some kinda gamecock strolled in here with his hen
He was some kinda pheasant. Kept his tail feathers in
There’s plenty in the jackpot. Let the game begin
Keep your eye on all the feathers. Chances are you’ll watch him win

The sky-eye scans the action, slots & cards, roll & spin
All the dealers dealin’ crossfire, speculation, smoke & gin
Centre table is the kingpin. Pros and rookies wagerin’
Our bird’s no fuss, no flap, just tail-feathers glistenin’

A player’s ridin’ on his bankroll. Soon the crowd is jostlin’
Player’s playin’ fast & flashy. Lotsa swagger, lotsa grin
He’s playin’ all or nothing. He’s anted-up, all-in
Our bird bumps the wager. Raise the colour. He buys-in

Another time or place folks’l think what might have been
The pit boss saw a coattail chase like he can’t remember when
Oh he was some kinda gamecock strolled in here well past ten
When he left at 4, this candy store had pockets wearing thin

Another time, another place, folks’l think what might have been
Pit boss saw a coattail chase like he can’t remember when
Oh he was some kinda gamecock strolled in here with his hen
When they left at 4, this candy store had pockets, lotsa pockets, wearing thin