The Cardplayers

With apologies to Corb Lund, I present The Cardplayers as written by Mat Cauthon.

Well, I guess I should not have mentioned Aielmen.
These Tairens don't like their fear.
I had better tell some tale to amuse them.
Bain kissed at the point of a spear.
And if I thought that danger like this came from card games
I'd show up less often 'round here.
I must say Rand's a madman; he's really quite crazy.
I'll saddle Pips and depart Tear.

But I'd sure like to know what they'd say through that doorway.
Those answers were clearly too few!
Escape failed to include in three Finnish requests.
But fools sometimes get lucky too.
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be a fool.
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too.

Glances have been made by "respectable" locals.
At the rolls of my usual kind.
A less savory inn filled with merchants and cutpurses
You would be hard-pressed to find.
Players like that could kill a man quickly.
I'll pay for their drink and their fun.
My luck should give coin back in the interest of safety
In loss I see luck, but not Tuon.

And I'd sure like to know what became of that merchant.
He left without getting his due.
What toughs failed to account for in their agitations
Is that fools sometimes get lucky too.
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be a fool
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too

The gleeman, he says that his wits as a grey-bearded performer may be impinged.
Tuon thinks she's entitled to command by sovereignty, birthright, and citizenship.
Did these toughs attack because we showed too much gold coin?
Vane's presence a story does tell.
Well, at least all this violence, death, and destruction sold this inn to Tuon.
Not a hell.

Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be a fool
Fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too
Yeah, fools, they get lucky, and I guess I must be one too