Or being an “also ran”;
My only hope was to sneak and dope
The horse of the other man.
I pulled a deal in Guayaquil,
In an Inca silver mine;
And before they found ’twas salted ground,
I was safe in the Argentine.
Where I made short weight on the River Platte;
I was running a freighter there.
And I cracked a crib on a rich estate,