52/50 - Gamblin' Man Lyrics

I'm a gamblin' man
Said I'm a gamblin' man
I'm a gamblin' man
I got a feeling it's a lucky day I rush on my way like I'm running late
The first thing I do when I get into Reno is park my car then I hit the casino
Or Thunder Valley and up the ante and end up broke like bums in alleys
I make it in then I take a trip I slide my card through the ATM
And withdraw when I should be saving this yet I use my money to play against
These chances seem so paper thin but yo, I came to win
Let the game begin
I do the calm walk around and I think a bit
Then I get a free drink and I leave a tip and proceed to slip out the bills and greens
And I feed em in, take a seat in grin
It starts off all bad looking bleak and grim
Pretty soon I'm reaching knee deep end
Came back and I trigger these three free spins
Notice these machines will win just to keep me in
Then the greed begins and I feel like I need to spend
Until I lose it all but I guarantee that you'll be seeing me again
Cause I'm a gambling man that I am
Yo, I came to get rich, that was the plan
But it didn't really work like that
So I left, turned around, then I went right back
Don't press your luck, don't press your luck
Don't press your luck, you wanna bet too much and mess it up
Back to the shit, and I'm stacking my chips I sat at Blackjack with a fat plan to get rich
So I get a hand cause I need help, so the dealer lays out a queen on the green felt
I get another face card and the dealer holds 10 and two
So yo, I can't lose, I project he'll bust and expect I won
Til he hits and ends up with 21
So I leave Blackjack with a poker face
Hop onto the slots and I hope and beg for the bonus game
But this ain't okay, no way, Jose it's bogus lame
Now I got a fat bet, what did I come for?
I wanna hit max bet, oh well, one more
Push of the button
I'm pulling the handle and I'm looking for something
Knowing that it's a gamble
Nothing, why not?
Reels didn't line up
God damn it man, this whole night sucks
Last round, cash out, I just wanna leave right now
Cause I'm telling you that I'm f*cked
When I go and I hit the road real late
I'm in the hole and I really don't feel great
Cause I burned my money, my cash and I got the urge to keep coming right back
Cause I'm a gambling man, that I am
Yo, I came to get rich, that was the plan
But it didn't really work like that
So I left, turned around, then I went right back
Don't press your luck, don't press your luck
Yo, don't press your luck
You wanna bet too much and mess it up
I get obsessive I can't stop
I keep looking at progressive jackpots
All glistening
And if I hit it in the heat of the minute
Then I can get it on a winning streak
Hear it beep and it just keeps whistling
Yeah, it's a low probability
Meanwhile the boss up top, that can really see anything in the facility
Will access visibility
Of my 20 on the camera's eye
So they can analyze what'll magnetize
Me to walk up on this path of light to the left and the right's all flashin' bright
Walk on up to the wheel of fortune
Either get the spin or feel the torment
When credits climb, I get excited
That symbol's wild, triple diamond
Spin that shit
Oh, I'm out
You shouldn't stick around to make more instead
Just bounce and quit while you're ahead
Now, will you risk a lot to win a little
And if you do, will you continue
Consider the bigger issue
How could you beat the odds that are rigged against you