Lyrics

[verse] Down at the county fair, mid-July's heat,  I met an old gambler with tricks up his sleeve.  He shuffled his deck, said, “Pick any card,”  Laid them in rows while he played his guitar.  [chorus] Seven cards, three rows, watch them dance,  Old Jack’s trick under the moonlight’s glance.  Tell me where, oh where your heart’s card lands,  In this simple game of chance.  [verse] He’d sing a tune about love and loss,  While his hands moved quick, never showing the cost.  “Keep your eyes sharp, don’t lose your pick,  Just choose your row, I’ll do the trick.”  [chorus] Seven cards, three rows, watch them dance,  Old Jack’s trick under the moonlight’s glance.  Tell me where, oh where your heart’s card lands,  In this simple game of chance.  [bridge] Three rounds we play, with nothing left to chance. Cards shift and slide, in the gambler’s dance. By the last deal's end, his secret’s clear, The chosen card magically appears. [verse] Here's how it's done, I'll give you a clue, Their selected row goes between the other two. Twice more it's laid, and twice more you stack. Their card appears in the center of the pack. [fiddle solo] [chorus] Seven cards, three rows, now you know,  The gambler’s trick to start the show.  So step right up and give it a try,  Under the big, bright country sky.