歌詞: Shivaree. Rough Dreams. Wagers.

70 bucks on Congaree
That you'd end up with me
At a rumble in the jungle
Like Muhammad Ali

That a full house you'd find
But the queen lost her mind
Now you're stuck at the table
With three of a kind

Do you get out of the market?
And out of the pool?
Is it better to park it?
Or drive like a fool?

Usually lose but
Sometimes we win
So light up and let us begin