[Spoken Intro – raspy, smirking] I weren’t born mean. But the cards don’t ask questions. You learn quick what matters: A sharp eye, a loaded die, And the nerve to smile when your luck's got teeth. [Verse 1 – smoky swing] I once had boots made of borrowed charm, Dice in my pocket and steel in my arm. Ran tables in Kansas with a gun at my thigh, Said prayers to the bottle, let the bullets decide. [Chorus – bittersweet swagger] I was the jack of spades and whiskey lies, Cutting throats with poker eyes. Every win was bought with sin, And every loss wore perfume skin. [Verse 2 – more melodic, haunted] A preacher’s wife once dealt me fate, With lips like fire and a heart full of hate. I kissed her hand, I stole her ring— Then rode off fast from everything. [Bridge – slower, almost spoken] The saloons are gone. The ghosts remain. I still hear the shuffle, still smell the flame. My hands don’t deal, they just shake and burn— But the devil still waits for my final turn. [Final Chorus – softer, cracked voice] Jack of spades and whiskey lies, Buried truth in stranger’s eyes. The past still plays its rigged old game… But the cards all fold when you whisper my name.
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