[E]Brian Hennessey sat back and let the gy[A]psy read his palm
When he s[B]aw her eyes grow wide and wild and da[E]rk
And she whispered through her toothless gums and cl[A]utched him by the arm
She said, ''B[B]oy, I fear I see the devil's m[E]ark.''
[E]Brian Hen[B]nessey just laughed and pealed the t[E]en-spot from his roll
'Cause he'd never ever known the taste of f[B]ear
But he wo[E]ndered why the summer nights should sud[A]denly turn cold
As the g[B]ypsy's words come ringing in his e[E]ar.
[E]''You can r[A]un, you can hide, Brian Henn[E]essey.'', she cried
''But you can't escape the fate that's in your h[B]and.
And s[E]ay how does it feel to have de[A]alt your final deal?
Go on l[B]ay down Brian you're a dying m[E]an.''
[E]Brian Hennessey walked through the doors of the Di[A]ning Dog Saloon
Where he sto[B]pped to have his nightly glass of g[E]in
And the one-eyed scar-faced stranger a dealing bl[A]ackjack in the gloom
Winked his gh[B]astly grey glass eye and dealt him [E]in.
[E]Brian wa[B]tched in fascination as the str[E]anger's fingers flew
Why he'd never seen such cheatin' done be[B]fore
And his h[E]and closed round a handle of his s[A]nub-nose 32
When the gy[B]psy's warning come to him once m[E]ore.
[E]''You can r[A]un, you can hide, Brian Henn[E]essey.'', she cried
''But you can't escape the fate that's in your h[B]and.
And s[E]ay how does it feel to have de[A]alt your final deal?
Go on l[B]ay down Brian you're a dying m[E]an.''
[E]Brian Hennessey just folded up his ca[A]rds and walked away
Holding b[B]ack the rage that burned his s[E]oul
And he stopped to have some coffee at the Mo[A]ckingbird Cafe
But that sle[B]nder blue eyed waitress was his g[E]oal.
And a f[B]ew words from his silver tongue soon turned her flig[E]hty head
She said, ''My husband's out of town, you need not f[B]ear.''
But as he pr[E]essed her to the softness of her fl[A]utty-feathered bed
On her pi[B]llows he saw written bright and cl[E]ear.
[E]Oh, you can r[A]un, you can hide, daring let[E]ters clear and wide
Said you can't escape the fate that's in your h[B]and
And s[E]ay how does it feel to have de[A]alt your final deal
Go on l[B]ay down Brian you're a dying m[E]an.
[E]Brian Hennessey he stumbled down the st[A]airs into the street
And from t[B]hat day on he changed his wicked l[E]ife
And he never drunk or gambled and he never de[A]alt no doop
And he ne[B]ver touched another fellow's wi[E]fe.
And ye[B]ars later he met the gypsy when his days were almost d[E]one
He said, ''Ha, ha, I beat your curse don't you k[B]now.''
But w[E]hen she saw the frightened, trembling, wit[A]hered wretch that he'd become
She said, ''Br[B]ian, you died twenty years a[E]go.''
''Because you r[A]an and you hid that's ex[E]actly what you did
But you didn't escape the fate that's in your h[B]and.
And say how did it feel to have de[A]alt your final deal?
Go on l[B]ay down Brian you're a dying m[E]an...
When he s[B]aw her eyes grow wide and wild and da[E]rk
And she whispered through her toothless gums and cl[A]utched him by the arm
She said, ''B[B]oy, I fear I see the devil's m[E]ark.''
[E]Brian Hen[B]nessey just laughed and pealed the t[E]en-spot from his roll
'Cause he'd never ever known the taste of f[B]ear
But he wo[E]ndered why the summer nights should sud[A]denly turn cold
As the g[B]ypsy's words come ringing in his e[E]ar.
[E]''You can r[A]un, you can hide, Brian Henn[E]essey.'', she cried
''But you can't escape the fate that's in your h[B]and.
And s[E]ay how does it feel to have de[A]alt your final deal?
Go on l[B]ay down Brian you're a dying m[E]an.''
[E]Brian Hennessey walked through the doors of the Di[A]ning Dog Saloon
Where he sto[B]pped to have his nightly glass of g[E]in
And the one-eyed scar-faced stranger a dealing bl[A]ackjack in the gloom
Winked his gh[B]astly grey glass eye and dealt him [E]in.
[E]Brian wa[B]tched in fascination as the str[E]anger's fingers flew
Why he'd never seen such cheatin' done be[B]fore
And his h[E]and closed round a handle of his s[A]nub-nose 32
When the gy[B]psy's warning come to him once m[E]ore.
[E]''You can r[A]un, you can hide, Brian Henn[E]essey.'', she cried
''But you can't escape the fate that's in your h[B]and.
And s[E]ay how does it feel to have de[A]alt your final deal?
Go on l[B]ay down Brian you're a dying m[E]an.''
[E]Brian Hennessey just folded up his ca[A]rds and walked away
Holding b[B]ack the rage that burned his s[E]oul
And he stopped to have some coffee at the Mo[A]ckingbird Cafe
But that sle[B]nder blue eyed waitress was his g[E]oal.
And a f[B]ew words from his silver tongue soon turned her flig[E]hty head
She said, ''My husband's out of town, you need not f[B]ear.''
But as he pr[E]essed her to the softness of her fl[A]utty-feathered bed
On her pi[B]llows he saw written bright and cl[E]ear.
[E]Oh, you can r[A]un, you can hide, daring let[E]ters clear and wide
Said you can't escape the fate that's in your h[B]and
And s[E]ay how does it feel to have de[A]alt your final deal
Go on l[B]ay down Brian you're a dying m[E]an.
[E]Brian Hennessey he stumbled down the st[A]airs into the street
And from t[B]hat day on he changed his wicked l[E]ife
And he never drunk or gambled and he never de[A]alt no doop
And he ne[B]ver touched another fellow's wi[E]fe.
And ye[B]ars later he met the gypsy when his days were almost d[E]one
He said, ''Ha, ha, I beat your curse don't you k[B]now.''
But w[E]hen she saw the frightened, trembling, wit[A]hered wretch that he'd become
She said, ''Br[B]ian, you died twenty years a[E]go.''
''Because you r[A]an and you hid that's ex[E]actly what you did
But you didn't escape the fate that's in your h[B]and.
And say how did it feel to have de[A]alt your final deal?
Go on l[B]ay down Brian you're a dying m[E]an...
