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The Wheele Of Fortune

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The Wheele Of Fortune Song Lyrics And Chords. Written and recorded by Paddy Tinsley. From his latest C.D. ''High Time'' . Also featured on the album is Susanne Sievers who form the folk group Swinging On The Gate.The Wheel of Fortune: Based on many enjoyable nights spent carousing the all-night bars in Antwerp and my own slant on my feelings and the atmosphere I found there.

[C]Tryin' hard to understand and hopin'
That it's not a waste of [F]time
[G]Gazin' at the neon lights
That [F]seem to make the dark shadows [C]shine

There’s a lot of shattered hopes
Lay splattered on the pavement where you [F]tread
[G]Carefully not to disturb
The [F]cravin's that lay dormant in your [C]head

Chorus:

And the [F]wheel of [G]fortune spins [Am]'round
As the [C]gamblers [G]lay their lives [C]down[C7]
But [F]when the [G]final dice is [Am]thrown
The [C]winners and the [G]looser’s
May change [C] roles.
 
In the all-night bars you meet the dreamers
Siftin’ through their memories
Pickin' out the sweetest ones
That moisten up their eyes with tears
 
Most of them are looser’s
Who play a game that they could never win
Holdin' on to there last card
Before the devil takes the pot again
 
Watchin' as the mornin' waits for people
Who live on the other side
From behind the bar windows

They calculate the price of their pride
Slowly their day begins
To roll along at their same unsteady pace
And nothin's more accomplished
Than there ever was to gain in that place
 
High above the city now
The sun begins to filter through the smog
Career seekers look so fresh
While others try the hair of the dog
Maybe there’s another slant to life
That’s been somehow overlooked
But we'll never know for sure
Not until the devil runs out of luck

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