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Harry Connick Jr.
THE LAST PAYDAY
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THE LAST PAYDAY,
Harry Connick Jr.
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Danny was an old-time bourbon street barker
Who wanted the same as charlie parker
And always cued-up a ball
Thinking he was one rack away
But even when you run the table
The check still seems small
When it's your last payday
The shallow pocket changer
Who always took advantage of strangers
Tried to make a five-grand grab
With a split second getaway
But he forgot that a bag of money
Ain't worth much on a slab
When it's your last payday
That line about luck just can't be bought
You're always lucky 'til you get caught
Trouble will find you, no need to look
And luck won't help when they close the book
I know a lot of young fellas in here
Especially those on the highest tier
Still want to believe
That santa comes in a sleigh
They're right about the long white beard
But wrong about christmas eve
What's christmas, when it's your last payday
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Danny was an old-time bourbon street barker Who wanted the same as charlie parker And always cued-up a ball Thinking he was one rack away But even when you run the table The check still seems small When it's your last payday The shallow pocket changer Who always took advantage of strangers Tried to make a five-grand grab With a split second getaway But he forgot that a bag of money Ain't worth much on a slab When it's your last payday That line about luck just can't be bought You're always lucky 'til you get caught Trouble will find you, no need to look And luck won't help when they close the book I know a lot of young fellas in here Especially those on the highest tier Still want to believe That santa comes in a sleigh They're right about the long white beard But wrong about christmas eve What's christmas, when it's your last payday
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