My father
was a gambler.
He threw horseshoes at the moon.
He won a million dollars,
he lost a million two.
They repossessed the house,
they towed the Cadillac.
My daddy, he just smiled and said,
one day I'll win it back.
My daddy bought that Ca dillac
off a Detroit motor line.
And then he drove it through his hometown
to prove he'd hit his prime
With hundred -dollar bills
in a St. Chris money clip
And four kids staring proudly
from that big ol' sinking ship
Throwing horseshoes at the moon
Boys, it's mighty risky, ah
Sometimes you hook the Milky Way
Or the outstretched hands of God
But mostly they just fall to earth
In a dark and a dusty hole
And the sound of fallen horseshoes
It pulls upon the soul
Throwin' horseshoes at the moon
My daddy was a gambler,
but he had an honest heart
He never did complain
when the whole thing fell apart
He just swam a sea of alcohol
till he hit the other side
How can you be a loser,
if you never lose your pride?
Throwin' horseshoes at the moon.
Boys it's mighty risky odds,
sometimes you hook the milky way
or the outstretched hands of God.
But mostly they just falter
in the dark in a dusty hole
And the sound of fallen horseshoes,
it bones upon the soul
Throwing horseshoes at the moon
Throwing horseshoes at the moon you