LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jason Wickham

[Verse 1]
Sat down with a premium pair, feeling like a king tonight
Table full of calling stations, chasing every draw in sight
I bet it strong, I raise it bigger, got ’em on the ropes I swear
But they snap off the river miracle, leave me pulling out my hair
[Pre-Chorus]
I play it perfect, by the book, odds in my favor every street
But variance laughs in my face, turns gold into defeat
[Chorus]
If it wasn’t for luck I’d be rich
I raise and reraise and they keep calling, looking to get lucky
And they hit it every time
I can’t bluff because they call with bottom pair
Even after firing every street
85 percent chance to win and I’m lucky to be fifty-fifty
If it wasn’t for luck… I’d be rich
[Verse 2]
Pocket rockets, set over set, flush draw bricks the turn
They chase with gutshots, middle pair, and somehow still burn
I’ve got the math, I’ve got the reads, I’ve got the discipline down cold
But the deck’s got other plans tonight, leaves my stack ice-cold
[Pre-Chorus]
They say “good game” with a smirk, as they rake another pot
I smile through gritted teeth, but inside I’m boiling hot
[Chorus]
If it wasn’t for luck I’d be rich
I raise and reraise and they keep calling, looking to get lucky
And they hit it every time
I can’t bluff because they call with bottom pair
Even after firing every street
85 percent chance to win and I’m lucky to be fifty-fifty
If it wasn’t for luck… I’d be rich
Guitar Solo
[Bridge – spoken/sung half-tilt, building intensity]
One more orbit, one more hand, I swear I’m due for one
But deep down I know the truth — luck’s the only one that’s won
They call with jack-high, catch the two-outer, steal my soul again
Tomorrow’s another session… same story, same pain
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus – louder, more defiant]
If it wasn’t for luck I’d be rich
I raise and reraise, they keep calling, chasing that one card
And damn if they don’t hit it every time
Can’t bluff, can’t value bet, can’t win when it matters most
85 percent and I’m flipping for my life
If it wasn’t for luck…
Hell, if it wasn’t for luck
I’d be rich
[Outro – fading guitar lick, wry laugh]
Yeah… if it wasn’t for luck
I’d be sittin’ pretty…
But here I am, buyin’ in again
Tomorrow night.