Four Ol' Brokes

Four ol' Brokes, One Fool Joker, waitin' for the light to change
On an eastbound freight outa San Berdu waitin' waiting on the Santa Fe
The Joker pulled a deck of playing cards the hobos gathered around
He deals a hand of 5 card stud as they lay their money down

Four ol' Brokes, One Fool Joker as they lay their money down

Well the highball rolled to the tune of the wind and the clatter of the black iron rails
Before they reached ol' Flagstaff town the broks were lookin' pale
The Brokes told the Joker this is where I jump as he packed his cards away
But the hobo said, wait a minute son, there's one more game to play

Four ol' Brokes, One Fool Joker there's one more game to play

Well the whistle did blow as Willie the Rat pulled two new two dollar bills
I'll bet an even 4 to one that I can win the till
What's the bet said the Joker in a sweat as Willie the Rat smiled strange
I bet four ol' brokes can whip a Joker's ass and still leave a little change

I bet four ol' brokes can whip a Joker's ass and still leave a pile of change

Well the Joker flew out of that boxcar door, his cape was a billowing sail
The Four ol' Brokes were holdin' their sides, watchin' him cut a trail
The freight pulled out in the Arizona sun, the rails went clippity clump
The Brokes still laughing and sitin' easy on the Jokers silver trunk

Four ol' Brokes, One Fool Joker on his abandoned silver trunk

This story ain't got no moral, this story ain't got no punch
If you make your livin' as a wheeler-dealer don't rob a poor man's lunch
Sooner or later as the circle connects you'll be lookin' in the mirror someday
The bats in the sky to you they'll fly and follow you to their grave

Four ol' Brokes and One Fool Joker they followed him to his grave