The road I ride hardens my soul
Lies from my lips sealed with a kiss
Her money missed the only toll
Blood in a puddle let the die roll
Crowd gathers in my dark abyss
The road I ride hardens my soul
Ante in chips it’s hit or hold
Twenty one wins losers walk pissed
Her money missed the only toll
Reading the tell know when to fold
Playing the odds losers dismissed
The road I ride hardens my soul
Whispers increase the crowd extols
Table empty nothing but bliss
Her money missed the only toll
Confidence reigns gold fills the hole
Saddlebag’s lode need no assist
The road I ride hardens my soul
Her money missed the only toll
©2011 Michael Yost
