The Break Was So Loud, It Hushed The Crowd Lyrics

It was now half past two and the craps game was through
And Spoon and i counted our loot
Between Finger-Poppin' and Vann, we had made 32 grand
And I didn't even have to shoot
We pocketed our bread and lit up some red
And tipped over to shoot some pool
Well we could tell by the play that they were well underway
Cause a quick run would end the whole duel
It was the second frame of a rotation ball game
As Spoon and I stood diggin' the scene
They were playing sixty-one and Slim had just finished a run
And had left the whole table clean
His opponent had lost a hellified cost
And no one else wanted to play
So I stepped up to the table and announced I was able
And this is what Slim had to say:

"Eh, dig this lame, challenging my game
Why, you must be out your head, chump!
I'll beat you so fast, you'll be peddling your ass
Trying to make back your bread
Costs five yards a point to play in this joint
You can't come in on no humble
You got to show me your cash before we clash
And then, me and you can rumble
First count out thirty grand and give it to your man
And likewise I do the same
We'll use the extra five yards to tip the guards
And then we'll commence with the game"
I produced my dough and showed my foe
That all the money was there
He covered my stake, then we lagged for the break
And I won it fair and square
I chose a 20 oz. cue that was just like new
While Stingy then racked them up
I chalked my tip, snapped my cue like a whip
And watched the balls erupt
The break was so loud that it hushed the crowd
And they all grew quiet and still I had sunk the one and thus begun
The test of my pool room skill
I put English on the cue then dropped the two
Then sank the three and the four
Continued my drive by banking a five
While Spoon kept track of the score
I dropped a six, then just for kicks
Sank the seven and eight
Pocketed the nine and the ten, then chalked up again
While Stingy-Brim pondered his fate
I needed one more shot to win this pot
While Slim was praying I'd miss
But his hell was my heaven when I sighted the eleven
And then sank it on a rail shot kiss

This ended the game and silenced Slim's claim
That he was the greatest at pool
I had made a clean sweep and saw the wolf turn sheep
After publicly blowing his cool
His jaws got tight, he wanted to fight
But his partner held his hand
It would have cost him his life had he had drawn his knife
In addition to thirty grand
With Spoon's piece at his head, he would've definitely been dead
And it wouldn't have been nothing he could've done
It was just lucky for him that his partner Jim
Had dug Spoon drawing his gun
We collected our dough, and told him to go
While they both still had the chance
Slim looked so grim, I felt sorry for him
Being a victim of circumstance
They each flashed a grin and got in the wind
As fast as they could flee
We paid off the guards and went on to play cards
The time was approximately three
We had made over sixty-two grand since we first began
And we didn't even work up a sweat
It was a royal little sum but the best was yet to come
As we listened to the card sharks bet

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