So I handed him my bottle, And he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette, And asked me for a light And the night got deathly quiet And his f

So I handed him my bottle, And he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette, And asked me for a light And the night got deathly quiet And his face lost all expression... “If you’re gonna play the game, boy, Gotta learn to play it right.”