Losing Hand - The Paul Butterfield Blues Band

I’m gambling on your loving, babe

You gave a losing hand

Yeah, I’m gambling on your loving

Babe, got nothing but a losing hand

Yeah, the way you treat me, babe

Oh, it’s like the shifting desert sand

Thought I’d be your king, baby

Yeah, and you would be my queen

Baby, I thought I’d be your king

Baby, yeah, and you would be my queen

Ah, but you dealt me for your joker

Babe, um, when I thought you’d be the loser’s queen

What’d you be to that, babe?

Yeah, the way you treat me, babe

I don’t believe I’ll ever understand

The way you treat me babe

I don’t think I’ll ever understand

Ah, the waves keep changing, baby

Just like the shifting desert sand

Gambling on your loving, baby, got a losing hand, yeah, babe

You gave me nothing but a losing hand, yeah, yeah

The way you treat me, babe, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, I’ll never understand

Yeah, yeah