by J. R. Robertson and Van Morrison

The management said they were sorry

For the inconvenience you are suffering

And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy

Don't book the jobs so far apart

We went up to Griffith Park

With a fifth of Johnny Walker Red

And smashed it on a rock and wept

While the old couple looked on into the dark



Oh, Richard, tell me if it's poker

Oh, Richard, tell me, who's got the joker and is it poker



Deuces wild, like an only child

I'll see what you got. How much is in the pot

You pay the tips and I'll collect the chips

It's a full house tonight -- everybody in town is a loser

Yeah, you bet



The dealer's been dealing me bad hands

From the bottom of the deck without the slightest blush

And I don't know whether to call or check

But right now I feel like I got a royal flush

And my lady didn't show from 'Frisco

But we had to go on with the show

Everybody got stoned -- it was a gas, it was a smash

Everybody got wrecked, checked. Oh, oh, oh, oh.



Oh, Belfast cowboy, lay your cards on the grade

Oh, Belfast cowboy, can you call a spade a spade



Oh, Richard, tell me, is the game poker

I can't understand who the fool is that holds this joker

Is it poker



Oh, Belfast Cowboy, lay your cards down on the table

Oh, Belfast Cowboy, do you think you're able



From The Band's Cahoots album