On a frozen winters eve
On a team bus bound for nowhere
I met up with 'MoTown' Moser
His coachin clothes in a smelly heap
So we took turns a-drankin'
Out of Jim Toms tax free squeezins
The alkehaul overtook us, he began to speak
He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' coaches faces
Knowin' what the playes were
Cause on the sidelines I paid spies
All this stuff bout hard playin'
Will put yer team in dead last places
And ever coach knows that the real winnin key
Is to pay the referees once or twice"
So out the winder I throwed the bottle
And jammed down the busses throttle
I tolt him I'll make a bet
That we dont see first light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta get yer cheating right
The line has to know how to hold 'em
Tackle legs so that bones are a folden
Call the police on the other team
And to the bus get a headstart run
You never count yer under table money
In the middle of the gridiron
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the cheatin is done
Every coach he knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what kids to run away
And knowin' which uns' to keep
'Cause parents thanks theirs is a winner
But most of em' are real losers
And the best that you can hope for
Is to steal the ones you get to keep"
And when he finished speakin'
He hung his head out the window
Cursed at folks he didnt know
And faded off to sleep
As we speeded through the darkness
The 'Riverboat Gambler' he broke even
And in his final words
He said,'''''If you aint cheatin you aint trying''''
This post was edited on 1/2 9:17 PM by tatermommy
On a team bus bound for nowhere
I met up with 'MoTown' Moser
His coachin clothes in a smelly heap
So we took turns a-drankin'
Out of Jim Toms tax free squeezins
The alkehaul overtook us, he began to speak
He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' coaches faces
Knowin' what the playes were
Cause on the sidelines I paid spies
All this stuff bout hard playin'
Will put yer team in dead last places
And ever coach knows that the real winnin key
Is to pay the referees once or twice"
So out the winder I throwed the bottle
And jammed down the busses throttle
I tolt him I'll make a bet
That we dont see first light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta get yer cheating right
The line has to know how to hold 'em
Tackle legs so that bones are a folden
Call the police on the other team
And to the bus get a headstart run
You never count yer under table money
In the middle of the gridiron
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the cheatin is done
Every coach he knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what kids to run away
And knowin' which uns' to keep
'Cause parents thanks theirs is a winner
But most of em' are real losers
And the best that you can hope for
Is to steal the ones you get to keep"
And when he finished speakin'
He hung his head out the window
Cursed at folks he didnt know
And faded off to sleep
As we speeded through the darkness
The 'Riverboat Gambler' he broke even
And in his final words
He said,'''''If you aint cheatin you aint trying''''
This post was edited on 1/2 9:17 PM by tatermommy