| From my polished boots to my stetson hat
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| I can not loose, what you think about that?
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| I’m A well dressed man, I can feel them stare
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| With just one smile I get offered A chair
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| Painted cat sits on my lap
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| Got aces up my sleeve
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| The others face is dripping wet
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| One more hand and he will leave
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| Green eyed monsters by my side
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| Pay attention, hold on tight
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| Swinging doors, pull me in and open on their own
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| A deck of cards
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| An empty seat
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| This whorehouse feels like home
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| My pocket full with dollar bills to spend
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| And so here I’m standing once again
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| In my Saloon No. 10
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| High stakes only thats how I roll
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| Am I too much? |
| Are you afraid to fall?
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| My guns are blazing, you can see 'em shine
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| I’m so amazing. |
| What is yours will now be…
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| …Mine is better than yours instead…
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| …yours can’t rival to mine
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| Fortune and fame, got no regrets
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| Mercy, I’ll leave you A dime
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| Green eyed monsters by my side
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| Pay attention, hold on tight
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| Swinging doors, pull me in and open on their own
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| A deck of cards
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| An empty seat
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| This whorehouse feels like home
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| My pocket full with dollar bills to spend
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| And so here I’m standing once again
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| In my Saloon No. 10
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| Swinging doors, pull me in and open on their own
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| A deck of cards
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| An empty seat
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| This whorehouse feels like home
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| Swinging doors, pull me in and open on their own
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| The story ends
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| Dead man’s hand
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| In my Saloon No. 10 |