Camping on Matt's Five Dollar Bill poem posted yesterday, here are the lyrics to Heads Or Tails. I plan on recording this tune in my upcoming session.

Heads Or Tails

Walt Sample

Face down on the bottom of a white cup

I felt her fingers pry me away

She hoped I would bring some luck

Put me in a slot and pulled to play

Cherry cherry yellow lemon

She squeezed her empty purse

Same old sad fairy tale endin’

Heads or tails same old news

Just a slot machine quarter

Not enough to cure the can’t pay my rent blues

His hungry fingers squeezed my silver face

And pulled me up out of the dark

He hid me away then prayed for grace

Hoping to heal his homeless heart

His eyes traced the design on the floor

Walking thru the Sunday stares

Counting steps to the safety of the door

Heads or tails same old news

Just a poor box quarter

Not enough to cure the empty belly blues

His hungry fingers squeezed my silver face

And pulled me up out of the dark

Heads or tails same old news

Just a poor box quarter

Not enough to cure the empty belly blues