| Now this town is full of guys
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| Who think they’re mighty wise
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| Just because they know a thing or two
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| You can see them everyday
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| Strolling up and down Broadway
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| Telling of the wonders they can do
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| Well, there’s conmen and there’s boosters
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| Card sharks and crap shooters
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| They congregate around the Metropole
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| They wear fancy ties and collars
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| But where they get their dollars
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| While they all got an ace in the hole
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| Some of them write to the old folks for coin
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| Well, that’s their old ace in the hole
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| Others have gals on the old Tenderloin
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| Well, that’s their old ace in the hole
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| They’ll tell you all the trips
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| That they are going to take
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| From Frisco up to that old North Pole
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| Now their names would be mud
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| Like a old chump playing stud
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| If they lost that old ace in the hole
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| Now some of them write to the old folks for coin
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| And lets their old ace in the hole
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| And others well, they have gals on the old Tenderloin
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| And that’s their old ace in the hole
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| Well, they’ll tell you all the trips
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| That they are going to take
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| From Frisco up to that old North Pole
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| Now their names would be mud
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| Like a chump playing stud
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| If they lost that old ace in the hole
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| If they lost that old ace in the hole |