[Intro]
Em
[Verse 1]
Em Am Em
I guess it depends what you mean by collusion
B7
There's no winning strategy here
Em Am Em
If you think that Ev and I worked out a system
B7 Em
Well, things are not as they appear
Am Em
And if I thought behavior like this would win card games
B7
I'd show up more often ‘round here
Em Am Em
May I say for a pit boss you're really quite lovely
B7 Em
I'm sorry we met like this, dear
[Chorus]
Am* Em*
But I'd sure like to know what got wrote on that clipboard
Em B7
It's credit where credit ain’t due
Em Am Em
What you failed to account for per your calculations
B* Em
Is that fools sometimes gеt lucky too
D Em
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must bе a fool
D Em
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too
[Verse 2]
Em Am Em
Complaints have been lodged by respectable locals
B7
We've poisoned their usual grind
Em Am Em
A more noble group dressed in hoodies and sunglasses
B7 Em
You would be hard-pressed to find
Am Em
Players like this should have known that if only
B7
They'd allowed us our drink and our fun
Em Am Em
We'd have given it all back with interest and pleasure
B7 Em
In the long run that would never come
[Chorus]
Am* Em*
But I'd sure like to know what got wrote on that clipboard
Em B7
It's credit where credit ain’t due
Em Am Em
What you failed to account for per your calculations
B* Em
Is that fools sometimes gеt lucky too
D Em
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must bе a fool
D Em
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too
[Mandolin Solo]
D Em D Em
[Verse 3]
Em Am Em Bm
The fiddler, he feels that his rights as a red-blooded patriot have been infringed
Em Am Em Bm Em
He says he's entitled to whiskey by sovereignty, birthright, and citizenship
Am* Em* Em B7
And if they're running bad because we're drinking liquor, it doesn’t reflect on them well
Em Am Em B* Em
Cause who hasn't overindulged and then drunkenly dragged a few pots, what the hell!
[Outro]
D Em
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must bе a fool
D Em
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too
D* Em
Yeah, fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too