Traffic - Dealer Lyrics
Dealer (Capaldi)As the evening sun goes downThe Dealer shuffles into townMakes a note of what's a floatAnd spinning 'round he'll cut your throatIn the time it takes to healThe dealer's made another dealWhen he plays he plays for keepsAnd sweeps the spinning roulette wheelDealer, DealerLike the mighty ocean's roarHe gets all his share and moreMexican right to the core and very proudHe'll get even with the scoreLeave your wife a weeping widow on the shoreBetween the desert and the doveMoney is his only loveFeeling nothing deep insideHis mind is governed by his prideIn a smoky little roomShadows moving in the gloomSomeone turns a running flushAnd breaks the deathly quiet hushDealer, Dealer------------------------------------------------------------------------F.S. Music Ltd (PRS) & Island Music Ltd. (PRS)All rights on behalf of F.S. Music Ltd. admin byWarner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI)
