Chapman-Whitney-Tench
Sam the man he cut the cards and blinked across the room
Trying to cut the smell of smoke and booze and stale perfume
He dealt around the final hand knowing he was lost
That final game he cried in shame that he'd learnt to count the cost
Now maybe we can come to some arrangement
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
He left the place a broken man, his life a total ruin
Not really knowing much of what he was doing
Yeah, fell down on the sidewalk, he had some name upon his lips
‘If only I could see her and the kids'
Oh, now maybe we can come to some arrangement
Yeah, maybe we can come to some arrangement
Oh yeah, maybe we can come to some arrangement, oh
They took him to a downtown pound, threw him in a cell
A drunken heap, he felt so weak as well, well, well well well
Come the dawn a note was found, torn and badly spelt
From Sam the man who was hanging from his belt
Now maybe he can come to some arrangement
Well now, maybe he can come to some arrangement
Well, now maybe he can come to some arrangement, yeah