What's handed on a tray for all of us It's never just the same The way the deck is tossed We find and then we lose This law of life we can't refuse
What's handed on a tray right for us all It could be anything before you know All gold becomes sometimes a priceless thing And winners that are bet on just at all don't win
Chorus: Those who get kings and queens And those who get all the least Won't hold'em, oh won't hold'em till the final feast
I never had too much Life chose it so Can't say I was deprived But I wanted more
And looking out the window of my room at times I watched my friends play with their daddies And wondered what was wrong with mine
Chorus.
No matter if you have no home Or if you really have it all It's more a matter of just where you go And who is there for you to always tell you so
Chorus. Those who get kings and queens And those who get all the least Just hold'em, oh just hold'em and you'll get the gist