From the recording Songs From The Holiday, Vol. 1

Lyrics

It was the classic case of the crook and the con
Laid out the bait and took the rook with the pawn
With the criminal company that I keep
It’s a wonder that I ever get any sleep

I first fell in love with the merchant’s daughter
On the pristine banks of the boundary waters
Through the late evening fog, I could hardly see
The mark or mechanic, which one I would be

I met my match that caused the first strike
Never knowing the victim, the hustler or the like
Line up another round for me and my friends
And I’ll get around to how this story ends

It was the classic case of the crook and the con
Laid out the bait and took the rook with the pawn
With the criminal company that I keep
It’s a wonder that I ever get any sleep

The life we were leading, coke, money and cars
A new town every week, and one in every bar
It was getting too easy, made it up as we went
All jacked up and relaxed, every notion we spent

She died in my arms and took the easy way out
I swindled my own self, without a doubt
And through anger and fury, I raised up my guns
Not a one left standing, and I’m still on the run

It was the classic case of the crook and the con
I laid out the bait and took the rook with the pawn
With the criminal company that I keep
It’s a wonder that I ever get any sleep
With the criminal company that I keep
It’s a wonder that I ever get any sleep