Music/lyrics: E. Thrasher

Vocals, nylon string guitars, bass, shaker: E. Thrasher
Drums: Beth Goodfellow

Lyrics

SAMBA DO JOGADOR

Higher than the stars that fill the sky,
is how I feel, with her.
Stronger than the strongest man alive,
every time, we are together.
Lord I've tried,
to play it cool and kind of sly-
stay on alert at all times.
But every day she seems
to find another way
to melt my heart,
and brush my fears aside.
Sweet to me is Southern cherry pie,
she's sweeter still.
Lovely is a San Francisco night,
but not as fine, as this girl.
Lord I know
only time is gonna show:
love takes on a life all of it's own.
But every day I put more
feelings on display
as I go skipping down the path
to the unknown.
"Brother you'd do well to take your time,"
says that little voice inside,
but I'm not listening anymore.
"Brother you'd do well to take your time,"
says that little voice inside,
but I'm not listening anymore.
"Love is just a gamble anyway,"
is really all that I can say,
and I've been gambling all my life.