Текст песни Harry Connick, Jr. - The Last Payday
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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 its 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 moneyAint worth much on a slabWhen its your last paydayThat line about luck just cant be boughtYoure always lucky til you get caughtTrouble will find you, no need to lookAnd luck wont 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 sleighTheyre right about the long white beardBut wrong about christmas eveWhats christmas, when its your last payday