Chris Orbach: Songs
Fleet Footed Dan
(Chris Orbach)
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Fleet Footed Dan
Chicago 1923
Couldn’t tell the cops from the crooks
Ooh man, what a place to be
Lose your house on the horses
Flip a coin for your wedding ring
With every rotgut pusher
Every wanna-be three cushion king
One man--young, drunk, and loud
Stood out from that two-bit crowd
Always looked good
Even when he didn’t have a dime
Love to drink and he loved to dance
Could’ve been champ but he missed his chance
Looking for an angle anywhere and anytime
Fleet Footed Dan
Transportation man
King of the world with a pool cue in his hand
Well after the crash he rode the rails
From the desert dunes to the smokestack trails
Back to the coast and a rich relative or two
They said “Dan, dan, dan, listen up my son
You’re nothing but a no good drunken bum
Now get your ass back east
If you know what’s best for you”
Fleet Footed Dan
Transportation man
King of the world with a pool cue in his hand
He said “All those years playin’ on my nerve
Guess I got what I deserve
Big C and I’m payin’ up at the door”
Old man put the hook in me
God knows how bad it’s got to feel to be
The best in a game nobody plays anymore
Fleet Footed Dan
Transportation man
King of the world with a pool cue in his hand