Slipping Love Away
©1975 Words and Music - Ian Fraser
First night out and I'm not cryin'
The gambling dice are thrown,
Fading faces no worn-out phrases
Just the whining tires on stone.
I thought too long on how to love her
The crap just spread me thin,
Would she like? Did I do right?
Well I've never seen that game win.
And I'm slippin' love away
Like a cool-eyed Black Jack dealer,
Who knows he can't win
With a twenty in his hand;
And the blonde on his arm
And the booze in his glass are the devil,
And I'm slippin' love away to save my soul
From the woman and her plans.
The country grows before me silent
The road's a lady smiling,
Silent wonder, so easy to love her,
She draws your soul from hiding.
And I'm slippin' love away
Like a cool-eyed Black Jack dealer,
Who knows he can't win
With a twenty in his hand;
And the blonde on his arm
And the booze in his glass are the devil,
And I'm slippin' love away to save my soul
From the woman and her plans.
First night out and I'm not cryin'
The gambling dice are thrown,
Fading faces no worn-out phrases
Just the whining tires on stone.
And I'm slipping love away
And I'm slipping love away,
And I'm slipping love away to save my soul
From the woman and her plans.
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