They say he came to Silver Creek with no horse, no name, no dust on his boots... Just a black hat, a silver grin... ...and five aces. mmnnn mnnnmnn mnn woah oh mmnnn mnnnmnn mnn woah oh He strolled through Murphy’s swinging doors one dry and hungry noon, Ordered whiskey for the room and asked who moved the moon. Had a coat of midnight velvet, snakeskin on his vest, And a deck of cards he carried close against his chest. Now the miners lost their wages and the sheriff lost his pride, Widows pawned their wedding rings just to sit by his side. He’d laugh and deal so gently while he stole a rich man's gal , With eyes like loaded dice belonged to Lucky Vale. He’d say, “Fortune ain’t a lady ya'll She bites before she kisses.” Shuffle low, deal slow, hear the devil call your name! Lucky Vale is smiling while he sets the world aflame! Coins fall like rain and souls go up for sale, Everybody leaves with less When they play with Lucky Vale! There was a preacher from Denver swore the man was born in sin, There was no reflection ever seen in polished tin. Cactus Joe accused him of a marked and wicked hand, So Vale said, “Cut the cards, my friend”...[glass breaks]... Cactus Joe became One eyed Joe and it was known across the land. The dance hall girls adored him, every outlaw bought him drinks, But no one ever knew him more than half of what he thinks. He slept upstairs in room thirteen, though no one saw him wake, And every dawn that rooster died before the day could break. He’d say, “Luck is just a widow, boys And greeds the groom she misses.” Shuffle low, deal slow, hear the devil call your name! Lucky Vale is smiling while he sets the world aflame! Gold turns cold and promises grow frail, Everybody pays in blood When they play with Lucky Vale! Then one long night the dead man played That ragtime sharp and wild... The ghost piano player grinned at him Like brothers long exiled. They sat across from one another Till the clock struck half passed 2, With no one else in Murphy’s bar... Except a lady dressed in blue. mmnnn mnnnmnn mnn woah oh mmnnn mnnnmnn mnn woah oh They played for land, they played for love, they played for years gone wrong, They played for every crooked deed and every stolen song. At sunrise there was silence and the town was cold and pale, Just five cards on the table... and the hat of Lucky Vale. Now some folks say he beat the ghost and rode the morning west, Some say he was buried there with aces in his vest. But if you hear coins rattling where no human foot has trod, He’s still upstairs in room thirteen... cheating cards with God. Shuffle low, deal slow, hear the devil call your name! Lucky Vale is laughing while he sets the world aflame! If the cards turn black and the candles start to fail, Kiss your purse and count your sins... You just drew Lucky Vale! ...five aces... ...five aces... ...five... aces...
