Chuckles (The Swinging Guitar of Tal Farlow) - Tal Farlow

A betting fool, a gambling man;

no sooner up you’re down again.

Mama said you won’t get hurt.

Don’t play the cards, you won’t get burned.

But there’s a place where I still win.

But there’s no money in this thing.

The game of hearts puts me in spades.

The only game I got it made.

Oh!

I’m lucky in love!

Yes, I’ve got the winning touch.

Lucky in love!

Suddenly, I’m dangerous.

I’m betting on a filly down at the track.

A natural-born winner;

that’s a fact.

A hundred yards from the winning post,

the horse fell down, must seen a ghost.

But there’s a place where I still win;

that is still my sure-fire thing.

I will play the jack of spades.

You play the queen, I’ll play the knave.

Oh!

I’m lucky in love!

Yes, I’ve got the winning touch.

Lucky in love!

Suddenly, I’m dangerous.

I know it’s a mystery when the numbers come up.

'Cause mathematics is greek to me.

But, I’m lucky, I’m lucky, I’m lucky in love.

Yeah, Las Vegas at night at the roulette wheel,

Yeah, Monte Carlo try to cut a deal.

Atlantic city, I lose at craps;

back in London try to win it back.

And late at night A lay in bed, with a pistol to my head.

Swear I couldn’t take no more

and in she walks right through my door.

Oh!

I’m lucky in love!

When I think I’ve had enough, lucky in love!

Yes, I’ve got the winning touch.

Suddenly, I’m dangerous.