Santana - Dealer / Spanish rose

As the evening sun goes down The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round, he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays, he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, Dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar, he gets his share and more Evil to the core and proud If you cross him off for sure he'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dark Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, Dealer