Another Round

From the Silver Horse EP

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

Brice Posin

Composer, Lyricist

Jack Gray

Composer

Earl Watts

Composer

Clint Havard

Composer

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