| And now you’ve got to give up every gain
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| I see my knuckles in the rain
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| When I awake I will be on you
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| Time keeps moving on, keeps moving on
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| There comes a day when you’ll be gone
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| And on that day I will describe you
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| Like a desperado dancing on the devil’s noose
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| Six-shooter at his side but it’s no use
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| Lover, it’s no use
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| Woohoo — it’s no use, it’s no use, it’s no use
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| Woohoo — it’s no use
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| Woohoo, woohoo
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| Every song I write comes in on three
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| I hope some day you’ll come to see
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| I couldn’t get to four without you
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| You wind up in a jail with no bail
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| You doth protest to no avail
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| I’ll write a prison song about you
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| When every drop of moonshine has been used to spike the juice
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| I’m bored to tears now watch me drop a deuce
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| Gonna drop a deuce
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| Woohoo, drop a deuce, drop a deuce, drop a deuce
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| Woohoo, drop a deuce, Hey!
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| Woohoo, woohoo
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| Love used to be something that you’d break and then buy
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| I had an unlimited supply
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| That was in the days when I used to slay
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| Now it’s all just crazier than cray, cray
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| And now you watch me drifting out to sea
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| My only exit strategy
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| Is coming back here to surround you
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| Time is up, I let you get the rest
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| Tattoo my name upon your breast
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| I should have guessed this when I found you
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| But darling drop your weapon
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| And let’s have a little truce
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| Come a little closer now and be my skin caboose
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| Be my skin caboose
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| Woohoo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose
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| Woohoo, skin caboose
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| Woohoo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose
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| Woohoo, skin caboose
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| Woohoo |