On a warm fall's eve
With a team bound for somewhere
I met up with ol 'Motown'
At Waffle House on Churton Street
At the menu he was a-starin'
He ordered buscuits and breaded carcass
The riverstench overtook us,
And he began to speak
He said, "Son, wif my fork and knife
I've ate in real bad places
Knowin' not what tha contents were
It made water run outta my eyes
So if you don't mind me sayin'
This is the worst of dem places
On my plate I pour whiskey
Tryin to cover these livin' rice"
So I handed him my bottle
And he began to choke and swallow
Then he said I'll make a bet
And he challenged me to a fight
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "The one that eats this rotten game, boy
Has to lose the parking lot fight
My team sometimes I scold 'em
Then refs miss their offense hold 'en
I just cant walk away
And I aint never goning to run
Panther fans think its funny
Like a dog that runs outta' cable
There'll be time enough for laughin'
When the seasons's done
Now gambler 'Mo' knows
If ya aint cheatin ya aint tryin'
An which straw to throw away
And knowin' what straw to keep
'Cause three are tied as a winners
And I aint about to be a loser
Cause the best that I can plan for is to hide
the short one in my sleeve
And with a toothpick he was trimmin'
He said when they aint a' lookin, this one in the hat I'll throw
Without any moral regrets
I aint no Lil Bo Peep
And somewhere in that hat O' darkness
The other toothpicks are broke even
Anythang less is just absurd
Panther boys a championship they'll keep
With a team bound for somewhere
I met up with ol 'Motown'
At Waffle House on Churton Street
At the menu he was a-starin'
He ordered buscuits and breaded carcass
The riverstench overtook us,
And he began to speak
He said, "Son, wif my fork and knife
I've ate in real bad places
Knowin' not what tha contents were
It made water run outta my eyes
So if you don't mind me sayin'
This is the worst of dem places
On my plate I pour whiskey
Tryin to cover these livin' rice"
So I handed him my bottle
And he began to choke and swallow
Then he said I'll make a bet
And he challenged me to a fight
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "The one that eats this rotten game, boy
Has to lose the parking lot fight
My team sometimes I scold 'em
Then refs miss their offense hold 'en
I just cant walk away
And I aint never goning to run
Panther fans think its funny
Like a dog that runs outta' cable
There'll be time enough for laughin'
When the seasons's done
Now gambler 'Mo' knows
If ya aint cheatin ya aint tryin'
An which straw to throw away
And knowin' what straw to keep
'Cause three are tied as a winners
And I aint about to be a loser
Cause the best that I can plan for is to hide
the short one in my sleeve
And with a toothpick he was trimmin'
He said when they aint a' lookin, this one in the hat I'll throw
Without any moral regrets
I aint no Lil Bo Peep
And somewhere in that hat O' darkness
The other toothpicks are broke even
Anythang less is just absurd
Panther boys a championship they'll keep
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