Seven Out Blues

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Commentary."

Got too many snake eyes and boxcars too
Won't somebody tell me what I'm gonna do
Can't seem to roll yo'leven and it don't seem right
My babe won't let me out on a Saturday night
Keep tryin to win but I'm bound to lose
Got to be a cure for the seven out blues.

Never had a parley, I'm a "wish I had, "
Always bet the field but the prospects are bad,
Can't lay off the numbers and it don't seem right
Two seventy across--take it away--tonight
Keep trying to win but I'm bound to lose
Got to be a cure for the seven out blues.

Just got back from Vegas, nearly lost my shirt
Everybody tells me I've been blind since birth
Always taking odds on four and ten
Nothing else much matters and I don't care when
Keep trying to win but I'm bound to lose
Got to be a cure for the seven out blues.

Try to play the don't and I make a pass
I can't get credit so I'll lose my ass
Rolled three sevens--I was in the field
Now I'm busted out--can't buy a meal
Keep trying to win but I'm bound to lose
Got to be a cure for the seven out blues.

My baby kicked me out and I can't go home
I'll sell my dicey soul for another loan
Just one more twelve while I'm in the field
Gimme them bones, Lord, I'll never yield
Keep trying to win but I'm bound to lose
Got to be a cure for the seven out blues.