No one sings for the four of clubs
No one knows the beasts he's slayed
Who'll lift up the hero's cup
When his only call to conquest is the constant day-to-day
No one sings for the four clubs
They barely even know his name
They only know there's some poor soul
Who has to hold his job just so there's someone there to blame
He sees the hearts just cry
Protest and testify
Until the woken cavalry rides to fights her windmills
And every spade's a former slave in golden chains
The four of clubs just shrugs and throws the game
No one sings for the four of clubs
He takes a three to be his queen
From the pile of discarded love
Where happily ever after's just a matter of degree
No one sings for the four of clubs
Humbled in his humble house
And hungry for a higher floor
And the food to feed his passions cause his dreams live hand to mouth
He sees the heart's in tears
Rubbed wrong for all these years
Now all the jacks must sleep in fear with one eye open
But diamonds still can make a life as small-blind trophy wives
The four of clubs just shrugs and pays the price
No one sings for the four of clubs
No one seems to know the chords
No one tries to harmonize
So he takes a blank refrain and then just makes up all the words
No one sings for the four of clubs
He's felt forlorn for far too long
If no one takes the time or grace
To see you or believe you then you sing your own damn song
The four of clubs just hums
An angry sort of soothing song
About a joker that comes along and says fours are wild
Now close your eyes and just pretend
Then shuffle up and deal again
The four of clubs just shrugs and trumps the hand"
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No one sings for the four of clubs
No one knows the beasts he's slayed
Who'll lift up the hero's cup
When his only call to conquest is the constant day-to-day
No one sings for the four clubs
They barely even know his name
They only know there's some poor soul
Who has to hold his job just so there's someone there to blame
He sees the hearts just cry
Protest and testify
Until the woken cavalry rides to fights her windmills
And every spade's a former slave in golden chains
The four of clubs just shrugs and throws the game
No one sings for the four of clubs
He takes a three to be his queen
From the pile of discarded love
Where happily ever after's just a matter of degree
No one sings for the four of clubs
Humbled in his humble house
And hungry for a higher floor
And the food to feed his passions cause his dreams live hand to mouth
He sees the heart's in tears
Rubbed wrong for all these years
Now all the jacks must sleep in fear with one eye open
But diamonds still can make a life as small-blind trophy wives
The four of clubs just shrugs and pays the price
No one sings for the four of clubs
No one seems to know the chords
No one tries to harmonize
So he takes a blank refrain and then just makes up all the words
No one sings for the four of clubs
He's felt forlorn for far too long
If no one takes the time or grace
To see you or believe you then you sing your own damn song
The four of clubs just hums
An angry sort of soothing song
About a joker that comes along and says fours are wild
Now close your eyes and just pretend
Then shuffle up and deal again
The four of clubs just shrugs and trumps the hand"
No one knows the beasts he's slayed
Who'll lift up the hero's cup
When his only call to conquest is the constant day-to-day
No one sings for the four clubs
They barely even know his name
They only know there's some poor soul
Who has to hold his job just so there's someone there to blame
He sees the hearts just cry
Protest and testify
Until the woken cavalry rides to fights her windmills
And every spade's a former slave in golden chains
The four of clubs just shrugs and throws the game
No one sings for the four of clubs
He takes a three to be his queen
From the pile of discarded love
Where happily ever after's just a matter of degree
No one sings for the four of clubs
Humbled in his humble house
And hungry for a higher floor
And the food to feed his passions cause his dreams live hand to mouth
He sees the heart's in tears
Rubbed wrong for all these years
Now all the jacks must sleep in fear with one eye open
But diamonds still can make a life as small-blind trophy wives
The four of clubs just shrugs and pays the price
No one sings for the four of clubs
No one seems to know the chords
No one tries to harmonize
So he takes a blank refrain and then just makes up all the words
No one sings for the four of clubs
He's felt forlorn for far too long
If no one takes the time or grace
To see you or believe you then you sing your own damn song
The four of clubs just hums
An angry sort of soothing song
About a joker that comes along and says fours are wild
Now close your eyes and just pretend
Then shuffle up and deal again
The four of clubs just shrugs and trumps the hand"
Writer: Danny Schmidt
Copyright: Lyrics © DANNY SCHMIDT PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © DANNY SCHMIDT PUBLISHING