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  • Muhammad Seven & the Spring - "Gambler's Crutch" (Official Music Video)

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    "Gambler's Crutch" is an original song by Muhammad Seven & the Spring.

    It's the fouth track on our debut album, which you can listen to on all streaming platforms: https://ffm.to/v1jrpej.owe.

    Vocals and guitar: Muhammad Seven
    Vocal harmonies: Kelly Jo Reed
    Lap steel guitar: Steve Saddler
    Mandolin: Chris Bloniarz
    Banjo: Ben Burns
    Acoustic Bass: Theo Brierley

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    Gambler's Crutch

    You're on my mind
    When I close my eyes
    Searching for a gentle place
    To fall asleep at night

    And I never dream
    But I wish I could
    Those whispers are the only code
    I ever understood

    Had my first beer in second grade
    Sophomore year it was a pack a day
    I stopped hoping for more
    I Knew It wasn't gonna work out anyway

    Now I'm praying for a five card Charlie
    A dagger three in the clutch
    No one ever told me broke and lonely living
    was a gambler's crutch
    And when I strike it rich I'll buy you
    A house with a yard and a car from a route one lot
    For now I hope you know me well enough to let me rot

    I wake up drunk
    Then I'm high all day
    4 times out of 5 I just
    show up to work that way

    And I sleep around
    So much it's nuts
    I'd probably chase your sister
    if she didn't hate my guts

    you loved me back when no one though you should
    Said you didn't want to leave but I understood
    Couldn't figure out
    why it took so long
    for you to get it that I ain't no good

    Now I'm praying for a five card Charlie
    A dagger three in the clutch
    No one ever told me broke and lonely living
    was a gambler's crutch
    When I strike it rich I'll buy you a dress
    with a rhinestone collar at a downtown shop
    But for now I hope you know me well enough
    To let me rot

    Rot like a prisoner in an iron cage
    Rot like a jilted lover, blind with rage
    Rot like a liver soaked in bitters
    That suits a man who's twice my age
    Just leave me be to rot away the days

    I broke you down
    And fed you lies
    I ain't like some other men who might apologize

    The walled-off pain
    I tried to hide
    You wrapped me up in your embrace
    the night my brother died

    I made you feel stupid when I felt afraid
    I glared and threatened at your friendly gaze
    When you're smaller than dirt
    you try to make it like you're bigger than the Palisades

    Now I'm praying for a five card Charlie
    A dagger three in the clutch
    No one ever told me broke and lonely living
    was a gambler's crutch
    When I strike it rich we'll head t o the coast for a while
    and make up for all the time we lost
    Even though you told me never to call again
    and changed your locks Show less
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