The Missouri Kid
New York's not a place for losers, but he sat there anyway
Away from all the other boozers, thinking about a better day
Back when a drifter's life was something sweet
And he was living tales to tell
Back when he could still stand the heat
And it wasn't cold as hell
But a nice, cool bottle brought on a smile
And if the cards were warm he'd show off his style
And we would crowd around to see what he'd do
And watch the magic touch of you know who
The Missouri kid
He had a thousand ways to fool you
He had magic in his hands
His Missouri shuffle was sure to lose you
The cards just followed his commands
We'd sit around with yells and hollars
Playing cards and sipping wine
We each owed him a million dollars
And if I had it now I'd give him mine
But a nice, cool bottle brought on a smile
And if the cards were warm he'd show off his style
And we would crowd around to see what he'd do
And watch the magic touch of you know who
The coming winter would be unforgiving
And he watched as the mercury sank
What kind of life would he be living
Looking forward to the drunk tank
The last time we had ever spoken
Someone had beat him and beat him bad
His face was bruised, his soul was broken
From a man that had nothing, they took everything he had
One day he left and I don't know where
Lord, I guess I never will
Kid, remember how you laughed at all of us out there
Well, wherever you are, I hope you're laughing still
But a nice, cool bottle brought on a smile
And if the cards were warm he'd show off his style
And we would crowd around to see what he'd do
And watch the magic touch of you know who
The Missouri kid
Autor(es): Danny Vaughn
