Lyrics

Some mens work hard all their life
Get dealt nothin’ but grief and pain
Other mens have good luck fall on ‘em
Like springtime Georgia rain

Once, I had me some fame and fortune
But I let it all slip away
Busted out on a good hand
And it dogs me to this day

When you see that hole card comin’
Lord, you better double down
You better double down, Junior, if you can

Everywhere I went it was high times
I was livin’ big all over town
Whiskey and women come callin’
I kept spreadin’ that money ‘round

I was bettin’ on one last diamond
Got hit blind with a no good spade
All I could hear was my so called friends
Talkin’ ‘bout what a mess I’d made

When you see that hole card comin’
Lord, you better double down
You better double down, Junior, if you can