Handshake Deal

You said we’d be like the old days,
When a man’s word was his bond.
Your wife said,"Honesty pays"
Then you proved your good wife wrong.

It was a handshake deal.
The kind our fathers did.
A handshake deal, like when we were kids.
The way the West was won.
Now those days are done.
It’s a license to steal.
Your handshake deal.

We hammered out all the details,
And that’s where the devil lives.
Your wife said, over cocktails,
"Hope you’re a man who forgives."

It was a handshake deal.
The kind our fathers did.
A handshake deal, like when we were kids.
The way the West was won.
Now those days are done.
It’s a license to steal.
Your handshake deal.

The last time you shook my hand,
You took the money and ran.
But you quickly learned
It was you who’d been burned
When you looked down at your left hand.

Your wedding ring had disappeared,
Along with your good wife.
She said what you really feared
Would stick with you your whole life.

It was a handshake deal.
The kind our fathers did.
A handshake deal, like when we were kids.
The way the West was won.
Now those days are done.
It’s a license to steal.
Your handshake deal.

Success = boredom

Copyright 2008 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
October 21, 2007 Monterey, CA
Music: Andrew Parker

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