The Game lyrics

Artist  : Cold Chisel 
Song : The Game



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														   The Game

 Cold Chisel

 (Twentieth Century)

 

 "Who's that on the telephone"

 The fisherman said

 "Looks like a writer"

 She turned her head

 "Could be, we'll see"

 Ma ring replied

 "There were rumours when he came"

 

 And as the evening fell

 Around the old hotel

 The stranger left his dial-tone

 His place was gone

 In the game

 

 "He's down from the city

 And he's here to think.

 He pays his money"

 She got another drink

 "Who knows, his book

 Is closed to you and I

 We may never know his name"

 

 The music drifted down

 The same repeated sound

 "If Nat King Cole

 Can save his sole

 He'll find his peace"

 The fisherman eased his frame

 "If I was asked

 Just who's to blame

 To read his past

 I'd have to say

 She's a woman . . ."

 

 When all your cards are done

 Just leave your share

 And make your run

 They'll burn your contacts down

 Plans on fire

 You know they've won

 Just turn and walk away

 And start again, a brand new day

 In lonliness their aim will turn

 Against themselves

 For one more play

 In the game

 

 

 Submitted by syz