Second Effort
Stan Rogers
|_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | I've been sitting here_ crying since long_ before the day_ be-gan____ With my poc_-kets full of nothing but bro_-ken dreams__ and_ my head in my em-empty hands__ The winnings that I thought I had and come_ so fa-ar__ to get____ Are further away_ then_ they've ever been__ they've been taken by ano-o_-ther man___ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | I wouldn't take a train_ for home_ even if I could____ Cause they've been saving their joy_ for the hometown_ boy__ who went away to make it good__ I bet they cleared_ the way the parlour so my Ma_ can dance me_ in the door____ And the old_ man_ can wink_ and pour me a drink__ and ask me what the tears__ are for___ It's harder_ to try_ a-gain_ than it was to be-gin____ A man can play a lone_ hand_ in a high stakes_ game_ but it doesn't mean he's_ gonna win___ Somehow_ I've got_ to keep_ from getting fur-ur-urther down____ Before I buy myself a bottle of cheap_ escape_ and a ticket to ano-o_-ther town___ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | I know I'm not_ crying 'cause I think I've had it migh_-ty tough____ I did my best_ with all the rest_ but it just was_-n't good e-nough__ And I've been wor_-king and training too long_ just to make it here____ To merely swallow my pride_ and walk out_-side and come back_ anoth-er year It's harder_ to try_ a-gain_ than it was to be-gin____ A man can play a lone_ hand_ in a high stakes_ game_ but it doesn't mean he's_ gonna win___ Somehow_ I've got_ to keep_ from getting fur-ur-urther down____ Before I buy myself a bottle of cheap_ escape_ and a ticket to ano-o-ther__ town___ I want to drown in the grape_ and make my escape_ on a ticket to ano-o-ther__ town___