Rummies

"Let's say hypothetically That you and I could make a couple G's In just one evening Off the Sugarloaf Key" "The work is pretty easy You get paid to take the risk I know a guy who knows a guy Who needs to make a skiff" He said it that informally Just two old rummies seated at the bar And talking scars And scores on the sea The only thing between us Was the simple fact we'd know That if the Coast Guard showed up Each man was on his own 'Cause when the handcuffs go on All you really feel is the metal grind against your bones So me and this guy walked down to the pier to have a beer. Then he starts acting nervous And the blue lights appear The next thing I was tasting Was a two by six pressure treated decking board And my waists and my wrists had become one When the handcuffs go on All you really feel is the metal grind against your bones. There's a moment when you think that you can get away Trust me brother the game is already played The bruises ain't really worth it anyway If I had the option I'd be softening some chica de ensuena On a beach in Cardenas But I'm stuck up here in holding At the Dade Correctional Just a son of the system where each Morning on dawn The handcuffs go on And all you really feel is the metal grind against your bones