| I met you on a midaway at a fair last year
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| And you stood out like a ruby in a black mans ear
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| You were playing on the horses
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| You were playing on the guitar strings
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| You were playing like the devil wearing wings
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| Wearing wings, you looked so grand, wearing wings
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| Do you tie them to your shoulders just to sing
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| Can you fly? |
| I hear you can! |
| can you fly?
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| Just like an eagle doin his hunting from the sky
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| I followed through a sideshow to another town
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| And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds
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| You were betting on some lover, shootin out the dice
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| And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice
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| Once or twice, I heard ya did, once or twice
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| Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price
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| Now youve packed it in, I heard you did, packed it in Was it hard to fold a hand you knew you could win?
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| Lately youve been hiding, it was somewhere in the news
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| And Im still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues
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| The man calls out the numbers… he sometimes mentions mine
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| But I feel like Ive been working overtime
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| Overtime, Ive lost my fire, overtime
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| And I envy you the valley that youve found
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| cause Im midway down the midway
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| Slowin down |