(Read only, anymore; sorry.)
I've played all my cardsAnd that's what you've done, tooNothing more to sayNo more ace to play"Winner Takes it All" ABBA
Send me a post cardDrop me a lineMine forever moreWill you still need me,Will you still feed me,When I'm sixty-four?(Lennon/McCartney)
A few cards and letters and one long-distance callWe drifted away like the leaves in the fall"Strawberry Wine", Deana Carter
(Is this one OK?)Playin' solitaire 'til dawnWith a deck of 51.--"Flowers on the Wall," unsure the author
Playing card games with the old men in the club carPenny a point ain't no one keeping scoreCity of New OrleansSteve Goodman
Nan, this time it should be the word, rather than games. That's okay, though.======The cards were dealt all 'round the tableEach man took a card on the draw"Mother, the Queen of my Heart," Jimmie Rodgers
Another postcard with chimpanzees, and everyone is addressed to meBarenaked Ladies
She sends a long letter,Gets back a postcard.Times are hard.--"Mexico," James Taylor
Why don't you write meI'm out in the jungleI'm hungry to hear youSend me a cardI've been waiting so hardTo be near youPaul Simon
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I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done, too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
"Winner Takes it All" ABBA
Send me a post card
Drop me a line
Mine forever more
Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
(Lennon/McCartney)
A few cards and letters and one long-distance call
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall
"Strawberry Wine", Deana Carter
(Is this one OK?)
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn
With a deck of 51.
--"Flowers on the Wall," unsure the author
Playing card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
City of New Orleans
Steve Goodman
Nan, this time it should be the word, rather than games. That's okay, though.
======
The cards were dealt all 'round the table
Each man took a card on the draw
"Mother, the Queen of my Heart," Jimmie Rodgers
Another postcard with chimpanzees,
and everyone is addressed to me
Barenaked Ladies
She sends a long letter,
Gets back a postcard.
Times are hard.
--"Mexico," James Taylor
Why don't you write me
I'm out in the jungle
I'm hungry to hear you
Send me a card
I've been waiting so hard
To be near you
Paul Simon
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