Letras
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 released
We 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 dead
Poor 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 good
Poor old Turf the Gambler