Well, a truest test of a man's good name
Is acceptance of failure and losing a game,
With a smile and a handshake , quiet every building rage

I got knocked around in a real small town,
And they poked and and they prodded and marched me around,
For a laugh at the snow, try to tear a good man's soul

For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain
Too much time, space to get lost in,
Its one for the road, two if you can let it go.
Blood's thick, but waters deeper,
The wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper
Now turn it around, quick before the sun goes down.

Well, I see you found yourself a damn fine game,
You can lines on your mind and ounces to say,
But it's okay, we've both seen our darker days.

It's like you've never saw a sucker before,
Been alive on the side of you bed room door,
With an ear on the phone, beggin just to let it go.

For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain
Too much time, space to get lost in,
Its one for the road, two if you can let it go.
Blood's thick, but waters deeper,
The wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper
Now turn it around, quick before the sun goes down.

For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain
Too much time, space to get lost in,
Its one for the road, two if you can let it go.
Blood's thick, but waters deeper,
The wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper
Now turn it aruond, quick before the sun goes down.

I said, now turn it around, quick before the sun goes down.