Well I am out of chips You might think thats it But hey, read my lips I will raise you I've seen yr 2x4 I dunno where we are And I've got dreadful cards I am nearly out Im nearly out But I cant go back south With all i came without I will raise ya Something i brought along It is all i've got And it cant be lost Without trouble Out of the heart of men See yr dead presidents Raise three score and ten I am nearly out...