Your Number’s Up
Words and music by Jim Colegrove
© 2007 Gold Tooth Music, BMI
Well I went back down Highway 61
Way down there in the flat delta sun
There’s a wheel of fortune on that lost highway
A sudden change can come your way
Accept the gift, accept the curse
How can you know which one is worse?
Now the money changers stuffed it in
The middle of some cotton gin
But Eli Whitney failed to profit
There just wasn’t anyway to stop it
Temptation has a thousand faces
Show the jacks and hide the aces
It’s a fool’s journey, it’s a game of chance
The hands of fate wrap you in its dance
It’s an empty glass so come fill the cup
The moon is high and your number’s up
Now the Zombie King and the Queen of Souls
Pay the boxman off while the shooter rolls
The Baron wears a pair of old blue suedes
Top hat and some broken shades
One lens black, one lens out of joint
He can see both ways from his vantage point
Well the dealer wants another hit
He just can’t get enough of it
You can meet him down at the buffet
They got all you can eat anytime of day
The stickman revs up his big Hemi mill
Down on the highway they’ve got time to kill
It’s a fool’s journey, it’s a game of chance
The hands of fate wrap you in its dance
It’s an empty glass so come fill the cup
The moon is high and your number’s up
From the CD titled Scattered on Cool Groove Records CD 106
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