I remember the way
Our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us
Her lullaby
She'd say, kids, there's a place
That's like no other
You got to get there before you die
You don't get there
By playing from the rule book
You stack the aces
You load the dice
Mother dear
Oh, we know you're down there listening --
How can we follow
Your sweet
Advice
Easy street
Easy street
Where you sleep till noon

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