Another Round
From the Silver Horse EP
Lyrics
Verse 1
Maybe 3 of a kind
I can't tell quite yet
So you look for a sign
The ones you always forget
I stare at you for a while
Cuz you starting to dance
Only a matter of time
Before you've soon advanced
Verse 2
And it's a game of the minds
But you shuffle your feet
Another drink of wine
Take my whiskey neat
And I'll take my loss
If you grant me one wish
I'll take another round
I'll take the bait to fish
Chorus
Counting up cards
Trying to hold your hand
Sweating pools down
Do the best ya can
Looking at you
Smile ear to ear
Holding back joy
As your hand appears
Lucky for me
There's one more round
Verse 3
It's the part of my day
Takes the load right off
Like a shovel to dig
A coal miner's cough
So call it spades of spades
Call it what ya like
I'm howling at your door
I'm calling every night
Chorus
Counting up cards
Trying to hold your hand
Sweating pools down
Do the best ya can
Looking at you
Smile ear to ear
Holding back joy
As your hand appears
Lucky for me
There's one more round
Outro
So call it spades of spades
Call it what ya like
I'm howling at your door
I'm calling every night
I'm calling every night
I'm howling every night
Credits
Brice Posin
Composer, Lyricist
Jack Gray
Composer
Earl Watts
Composer
Clint Havard
Composer