Thomas K. White The Odds
[1] They all wonder… how he got that poker stare….
They don’t know…. what he done over there…
Cause he don’t talk about it…. some things you just
don’t….
Still wonders to this day….how the hell he made it
home…
CHORUS
He still can’t tell you…no he just don’t know…
The odds of getting shot down twice….. to the jungle
below….
And comin’ back home…
[2] Never looks worried as they flip his cards…
He’s been dealt a good hand…. before he starts…
Mission after mission…bullets riddled that Huey
Nobody got to tell him nothing…. about being lucky
CHORUS
He still can’t tell you…no he just don’t know…
The odds of getting shot down twice….. to the jungle
below….
And comin’ back home…
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[3] As the night rolls… on he loses and he wins…
But he learned one thing…. from surviving tail spins…
No choice but to ride it out…the best way you can….
And hope someway somehow you get dealt a good hand…
CHORUS
He still can’t tell you…no he just don’t know…
The odds of getting shot down twice….. to the jungle
below….
And comin’ back home…
TAG: Comin back home….
Coming back home…
