Misread My Hole Cards

10 weeks ago by @jerrypettit

Liner Notes

Man, I played a lot of poker in my youth--starting in 8th grade and then kind of rediscovering it when it became a tv hit...then again when all those casinos started cropping up down the street. Play with a group of fellow oldsters once a month now. So here's a little homage to the game, spiced up with a little "Heartbreak Is My Brand ™".

Lyrics

MISREAD MY HOLE CARDS

Words & Music
By
Jerry Pettit
Facebook.com/JerryPettitMusic

It was a dimly lit Friday,
the stakes felt so right
Across the table, your eyes,
gleamed in the neon light
I played my heart,
laid out every part.
You held your cards close,
like a fortress for your heart.

CHORUS:
I MISREAD MY HOLE CARDS,
thought we were a pair.
I gambled on a heart
that was never really there.
You were bluffing your way
through what I believed.
I folded my dreams,
while you watched me grieve.

The dealer’s hands were yours,
they were shuffling deceit.
I bet on the truth,
with every heartbeat.
Your poker face
hid your traces of doubt.
I went all in,
but you were all out.

I missed the signs,
the little tells in your touch.
I believed in us,
but you not so much.
My trust was the queen,
yours the joker at play.
In this silent game,
only I was set to pay.

CHORUS:
I MISREAD MY HOLE CARDS,
thought we were a pair.
I gambled on a heart
that was never really there.
You were bluffing your way
through what I believed.
I folded my dreams,
while you watched me grieve.

Now the table is clear,
the chips are all down.
The echo of my losing
is the only sound.
Next time I will know,
when to hold and when to part.
Next time I’ll read the cards
before I bet my heart.

I’ll shuffle my dreams,
and deal them anew
Next time I will see
when the hand is not true.
I'll have clearer eyes,
and a much wiser heart.
Bet my bottom dollar
won't MISREAD MY HOLE CARDS .

CHORUS:
I MISREAD MY HOLE CARDS,
thought we were a pair.
I gambled on a heart
that was never really there.
You were bluffing your way
through what I believed.
I folded my dreams,
while you watched me grieve.

© 2024, Jerry Pettit

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