Four Cards in My Hand AI Song

Intro (Bluesy guitar riff with a steady drum beat) Verse 1 Sitting at the table, under neon lights so bright, Got four cards in my hand, gonna play them right. Chips are stacking high, the tension's in the air, Fortune's wheel is turning, does Lady Luck care? Chorus That's Omaha! Where the river runs wild, From the highest peaks to the valleys mild. Fortunes made and lost with a single draw, Life's a gamble, baby—that's Omaha! Verse 2 Flop comes down, my heart begins to race, Possibilities endless in this high-stakes place. Got the nuts or drawing dead, it's hard to say, Every turn and every river changes up the play. Chorus That's Omaha! Where the game is fast, Elation to despair, the die is cast. Reading all the faces, every tell and flaw, Ride the swings, my friend—that's Omaha! Bridge World-weary eyes meet across the green felt sea, Bluffing and calling, who will it be? Acceptance of the outcome, win or lose, In this game of cards, it's the path we choose. Guitar Solo (Expressive solo highlighting the emotional swings of the game) Verse 3 Stack's dwindling down, but I won't back away, All it takes is one hand to turn the night to day. Push it all in, chips across the line, Fortune favors the bold, this moment is mine. Chorus That's Omaha! The highs and lows, From a chip and a chair to the final shows. Elation fills the heart, then comes the awe, The dealer flips the river—that's Omaha! Outro (Music fades with a repetitive riff and the whispers of "That's Omaha!")