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Danny was an old-time bourbon street barkerWho wanted the same as charlie parkerAnd always cued-up a ballThinking he was one rack awayBut even when you run the tableThe check still seems smallWhen it's your last paydayThe shallow pocket changerWho always took advantage of strangersTried to make a five-grand grabWith a split second getawayBut he forgot that a bag of moneyAin't worth much on a slabWhen it's your last paydayThat line about luck just can't be boughtYou're always lucky 'til you get caughtTrouble will find you no need to lookAnd luck won't help when they close the bookI know a lot of young fellas in hereEspecially those on the highest tierStill want to believeThat santa comes in a sleighThey're right about the long white beardBut wrong about christmas eveWhat's christmas when it's your last payday From Letras Mania