He Can Hold His Own

[couchgrouch]

He Can Hold His OwnJim and Tammy were out dancin'payday in the local saloonJim heard of a slammin' contestwith bikers in the back roomthough Jim had their moneyand he coulda lost it allTammy said she wasn't worriedcos when it came to alchoholhe can hold his ownno one holds a candle to himthat's the one game in townwhere he'll always winhe's in his own leagueyeah, he stands alonehe always holds up his endhe can hold his ownwell, Jim staggered out cussin'cos he'd lost quite a wadso he started a game of pokerwhere he'd have better oddsyeah, old Jim was a card sharpand that chance was goldenTammy swore she wasn't sweatin'cos when it came to Texas Hold'emhe can hold his ownno one holds a candle to himthat's the one game in townwhere he'll always winhe's in his own leagueyeah, he stands alonehe always holds up his endhe can hold his ownJim stood up frownin' lookin' kinda down in the mouthstinkin' of wild turkeyhe said that biker played dirtyand cleaned him outJim not only lost his paycheckbut he took a crazy riskhe bet something that biker wantedand Tammy owed him a kisswell, she left with that bikercos she liked it hard n ruffbut Jim went home all aloneand now when it comes to lovehe can hold his ownno one holds a candle to himthat's the one game in townwhere he'll always winhe's in his own leagueyeah, he stands alonehe always holds up his endhe can hold his own(c)2005 Robert George