What's handed on a tray for all of us
It's never just the same
The way the deck is tossed
We find and then we lose
This law of life we can't refuse
What's handed on a tray right for us all
It could be anything before you know
All gold becomes sometimes a priceless thing
And winners that are bet on just at all don't win
Chorus:
Those who get kings and queens
And those who get all the least
Won't hold'em, oh won't hold'em till the final feast
I never had too much
Life chose it so
Can't say I was deprived
But I wanted more
And looking out the window of my room at times
I watched my friends play with their daddies
And wondered what was wrong with mine
Chorus.
No matter if you have no home
Or if you really have it all
It's more a matter of just where you go
And who is there for you to always tell you so
Chorus.
Those who get kings and queens
And those who get all the least
Just hold'em, oh just hold'em and you'll get the gist