Pascal (The Scottish Enlightenment) Songtext
von Dan Lyth

Well I am out of chips
You might think that′s it
But you read my lips
I will raise you
I've seen your two before
I don′t know where we are
And I've got dreadful cards
I am nearly out

I'm nearly out
But I can′t go back south
With all I came without
I am nearly out
I′m nearly out
But I can't go back south
With all I came without


I will raise you
Something I brought along
It is all I′ve got
And it can't be lost
′Cause I'm trouble
Out of the heart of men
See our dead presidents
Race through score and ten

I am nearly out
I′m nearly out
But I can't go back south
With all I came without
I am nearly out
I'm nearly out
But I can′t go back south
With all I came without

I will raise you out