The Luck of White Mountain

Oh, White Mountain, with your pockets full of holes, Been riding luck’s rough river, where the wild card rolls. The felt was your battleground, the chips like falling rain, Months without a win, steeped deep in losing’s pain. (Chorus) But hey, hey, White Mountain, you've turned the cards around, From a whisper to a shout, in fortune you are found. Hey, hey, White Mountain, now you're on a spree, Every draw's a hit, in this wild, wild spree. (Verse 2) Oh, he moaned at every turn, cursed the dealer's hand, A storm cloud over tables across the poker land. But the seasons spun their wheel, cold winds began to shift, Now every bet’s a mountain that gives the earth a lift. (Chorus) Hey, hey, White Mountain, you've turned the cards around, From a whisper to a shout, in fortune you are found. Hey, hey, White Mountain, now you're on a spree, Every draw's a hit, in this wild, wild spree. (Bridge) With a stack that’s growing tall, and eyes that hold a fire, He's dancing with the queen of hearts, fueled by desire. Once haunted by the ghosts of folds and bitter loss, Now he rides the river’s rage, no more to bear the cross. (Verse 3) Tables turn, the chips they fly, like hawks upon the breeze, White Mountain’s hands are golden, every opponent he does freeze. He’s the talk of every game, from dusk till break of dawn, Where once there was a whisper, now a legend's born. (Chorus) Hey, hey, White Mountain, you've turned the cards around, From a whisper to a shout, in fortune you are found. Hey, hey, White Mountain, now you're on a spree, Every draw's a hit, in this wild, wild spree. (Outro) So raise your glasses high, for tales that will amaze, Of White Mountain’s lows and highs, through his poker days. May the river always favor the brave and the bold, In the heart of every story that’s told. So raise your glasses high, for tales that will amaze, Of White Mountain’s lows and highs, through his poker days. May the river always favor the brave and the bold, In the heart of every story that’s told