Lightnin' Rod - The Bones Fly From Spoon's Hand lyrics

That's a 2-3 Oooh alright Alright somebody We shot craps first since there was no limit on the purse And we could bet as much as we please I bet five yards and Spoons took on all odds Making his first seven with ease We now had five yards to spend so I made the same bet again As I watched the bones fly from Spoon's hands He just missed hitting 7, but the 5-6 made 11 Doubling our five yards to a grand We went on and bet the whole grand, which was faded by Van The hustler whom Big Bill though would score Spoon rolled an offhands five and made himself a bit of jive (?) Van from betting four more There were equal bets around the table, that Spoon wouldn't be able To make his five and survive But he made his point, fooling everyone in the joint And kept his sneaky life Van was now visibly upset, upped his bet Doubling his five thousand-ten Like there was nothing he could do against a 5 and a 2 Except watch as Spoon did it again Van got mad and bet everything he had Trying to save some face But a 3 to 4 made him permanently poor And the man had to leave the place We had picked up twenty G's bringing Van to his knees Before Spoon surrendered the dice He had scored so bad that everyone got scared Didn't want to try him twice A few other studs rolled, but their games was cold Sending y'all through the door The only dude that seemed ready was finger-poppin' Teddy And now it was his turn to throw He picked up the dice and blew on them twice And hollered out "The kid'll bet a grand My box is long and my game is strong And I'll take on any man" I faded his bet to my regret And watched him throw fifty-two But he had switched the dice and that wasn't nice Only he didn't know I knew Yes his fingers was fast, and he had slid his stuff past The eyesight of everybody there But being true to his name, I had peeped on his game And my man wasn't playing fair I decided to let him play than to betray His secret to the rest of the crowd Only the end of his game wouldn't be the same After I blew his cool out loud I let hime breeze through five more G's Before I made my move I then tripled the bet and watched him sweat Wondering what I was trying to prove He says he knew what I was trying to do And figured he better lose It was self-defeating to get caught cheating And he didn't want to pay them dues So I wasn't surprised when he rolled snake eyes And acted like he had made a mistake He had played it smart so I let him depart (?) It would've meant his d**h had I exposed this theft For this was the hustler's law They would've shot him dead and took all his bread If I had told 'em what was really the score