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(Verse 1)
I slid into a seat by a guy they call Red
Who looked like he’d crawled from a hospital bed.
I was bitchin' 'bout bills and a girl who'd gone cold
And how this whole town was just gettin' too old.
He didn’t look up from his longneck or lime
Just said, "Son, you’re killin' my god-awful time.
You're talkin' real loud for a man with a drink
But you ain't said a damn thing to make a man think."
(Chorus)
He said, "Quit whinin' 'bout hands that you're holdin'
Unless you're ready to fold or go all-in.
The sun doesn't care if your heart's in a sling
And the bank doesn't care if you're local-league king.
Life's just a string of 'I almost had it'
And 'God, I’m a fool for the way that I sat it.'
The only thing worse than a run of bad luck
Is a man who thinks he’s too good for the muck."
(Verse 2)
I started to argue, "But Red, you don't know—
The repo man's comin' and I'm short on the dough."
He laughed like a truck with a busted-up gear
And held up a hand with two fingers not there.
He said, "I lost these to a thresher in June
And the wife to a lawyer who sang a new tune.
I ain't sayin' it's easy, I'm sayin' it's life
And you're bleedin' out over a butter-grade knife."
(Chorus)
He said, "Quit whinin' 'bout hands that you're holdin'
Unless you're ready to fold or go all-in.
The sun doesn't care if your heart's in a sling
And the bank doesn't care if you're local-league king.
Life's just a string of 'I almost had it'
And 'God, I’m a fool for the way that I sat it.'
The only thing worse than a run of bad luck
Is a man who thinks he’s too good for the muck."
(Bridge)
He pushed his glass over and gave me a wink
"The world’s gonna turn whether you swim or sink.
So buy me a double and dry up your eyes
Ain't nobody savin' a man who just cries."
(Chorus)
He said, "Quit whinin' 'bout hands that you're holdin'
Unless you're ready to fold or go all-in.
The sun doesn't care if your heart's in a sling
And the bank doesn't care if you're local-league king.
Life's just a string of 'I almost had it'
And 'God, I’m a fool for the way that I sat it.'
The only thing worse than a run of bad luck
Is a man who thinks he’s too good for the muck."
(Outro)
Yeah, the bar light was flickerin' low on the wall
And Red didn't mind if I stumbled or crawled.
Just "shut up and drink," that’s the gospel he threw
And damn if the old man didn’t speak what was true
Details
GeneratedFeb 21, 2026
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Mid-tempo 90s outlaw country, gritty male vocals, prominent fiddle and acoustic guitar, storytelling barroom atmosphere
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HamCheckModelAria v5
