BOY GAMBLING BLUES

Some things have to be said

Even when you’re alone

Some things have to be written

Just write them on your tombstone

In that old cafe

She gambled away

Her baby-boy

When she walked away

She returned

To stake his little toy

And there she was out on the streets

Alone with her life, her pence filled with seed

Lying there in the dirt under the moonlight

The smile of her baby-boy was out of sight

She was beaten up by a man

An than he ran

Along with the crowd

And she was screaming oh, oh, oh so loud

The smell of whiskey

Killed all the lice on her head

If it wasn’t already invented

She would have invented ‘sad’

The priest told her about god

And since than she’s prayed a lot

But what’s inside a faith when nobody believes in you

And just like that bottle of bad whiskey, her faith is in the loo

A man passes by, there’s grown money on his back

He spoke to her from weariness, while looking at that wreck

He told her that when he was a boy, he was gambled away, all so sad

But she hasn’t heard, ‘cause she was dead

Some things have to be said

Even when you’re alone

Some things have to be written

But who’s gonna write it on her tombstone?

Ó Mark Lotterman 2001