| Well, a bird in the hands is a fine thing
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| Well, a carpet in the bush ain’t rare
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| But a dicky bird just come and told me
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| If I ain’t careful I could lose an ear
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| Oh, 'cause there ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin' at all
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| There ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin', for sure
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| Well, don’t they seem a little too impatient
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| But a boy has gotta find his girl
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| And if it’s love or it’s infatuation
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| Well, if it’s either then I know it darn well
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| Oh, that there ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin' at all
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| There ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin', for sure
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| Well, there’s a thing about a fine, young filly
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| Makes you think about a fool of mare
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| Well, she’ll turn her back and walk on from you
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| Then stop and look 'cause you’re still there
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| Oh, 'cause there ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin' at all
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| There ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin', for sure
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| Oh, 'cause there ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin' at all
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| There ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin', for sure
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| Oh Lord, there ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin' at all
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| There ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin', that’s all
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| There ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin' at all
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| Lord, there ain’t no winnin' with women
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| There ain’t no winnin', that’s all |