Corb Lund – The Cardplayers (Guitar)
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Chords
As recorded by Corb Lund
(From the 20204 Album EL VIEJO)
* strum once
[Intro]
Em
[Verse 1]
Em Am Em I guess it depends what you mean by collusion B7 There's no winning strategy here Em Am Em If you think that Ev and I worked out a system B7 Em Well, things are not as they appear Am Em And if I thought behavior like this would win card games B7 I'd show up more often ‘round here Em Am Em May I say for a pit boss you're really quite lovely B7 Em I'm sorry we met like this, dear
[Chorus]
Am* Em* But I'd sure like to know what got wrote on that clipboard Em B7 It's credit where credit ain’t due Em Am Em What you failed to account for per your calculations B* Em Is that fools sometimes gеt lucky too D Em Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must bе a fool D Em Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too
[Verse 2]
Em Am Em Complaints have been lodged by respectable locals B7 We've poisoned their usual grind Em Am Em A more noble group dressed in hoodies and sunglasses B7 Em You would be hard-pressed to find Am Em Players like this should have known that if only B7 They'd allowed us our drink and our fun Em Am Em We'd have given it all back with interest and pleasure B7 Em In the long run that would never come
[Chorus]
Am* Em* But I'd sure like to know what got wrote on that clipboard Em B7 It's credit where credit ain’t due Em Am Em What you failed to account for per your calculations B* Em Is that fools sometimes gеt lucky too D Em Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must bе a fool D Em Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too
[Mandolin Solo]
D Em D Em
[Verse 3]
Em Am Em Bm The fiddler, he feels that his rights as a red-blooded patriot have been infringed Em Am Em Bm Em He says he's entitled to whiskey by sovereignty, birthright, and citizenship Am* Em* Em B7 And if they're running bad because we're drinking liquor, it doesn’t reflect on them well Em Am Em B* Em Cause who hasn't overindulged and then drunkenly dragged a few pots, what the hell!
[Outro]
D Em Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must bе a fool D Em Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too D* Em Yeah, fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too