Dead Man's Hand

Bragging, bold and bound for the shores of Mexico
A price on your head and a bag full of gold
Tempted by a gambler and a chance to raise the score
Everything was won, but you still wanted more
Draw the cards that seal your fate
Shot in the back by a friend
Fingers tremble, it’s time to fold
When you hold the dead man’s hand
Sometimes you’re gonna win, and sometimes you’re bound to lose
Sometimes the hand you’re dealt gives you no chance to choose
Speaking of great fortune and of things that lie ahead
Telling tales of the living and the soon-to-be-dead