The days were soft and golden, but the money was all spent
Under the shade they put away what was left to pay the rent
Going back to work’s not easy, their faces are all the same 
Then out fell the note from the pink envelope lost job can’t be retained

	
One more shot at a fortune
One more spin of the wheel
This time there’s nothing left to go wrong 
So cut the cards and deal

I’d rather go down fighting than simply join the queue
Trapped at the time of the great decline the jobs are oh so few
If we can borrow some wheels and make some deals  that might be our salvation
Sell that idea we had last year could keep us from starvation

One more shot at a fortune
One more spin of the wheel
This time there’s nothing left to go wrong 
So cut the cards and deal

They pushed it to the limit the smile was wearing thin
Just when he thought  it’s time to quit  she’d never  pack it in
Survival don’t come easy and nothing is guaranteed
As long as we can pay our way we’ll have everything we need