Give my Regards to Mr Hickok

By Jeff Rolfzen & Rocky Steen-Rolfzen

I woke up this morning felt like I did last night

Meaning I felt like the wind baby trailing behind your kite

I heard a truck driver’s horn man sounded just like chaos in the street

But he wasn’t bringing no revolution just a man with some deadlines to meet

I went to the roulette table thought I might have a chance

I tried to bet it all on blue they told me “the poker table’s in the back”

Gave me a pair of aces gave me a pair of eights

Give my regards to Mr Hickok seems to be playing my hand from the grave

Well you can chomp your cigar Charlie I’ll smoke my cigarette

Don’t matter how good you look I’m gonna take every little thing tht you bet

Hope I don’t feel tomorrow same as I do today

Hope I don’t feel tomorrow same way I’m feeling today

Meaning all stiff and proper in a room full of lax guys and dames