| I’ll tell you a story about a night in the town
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| It started off drinking and fighting
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| By the time a was through
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| I’d near worn out my shoes
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| I had visited every known dive
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| All the lights in the alley
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| Fall dim on the ground, When your trying to see your
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| Way home
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| And the all night ladies
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| In their perfume so fine
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| Won’t leave a poor boy alone
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| Well the paths of the gambler
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| Are kneeded too thin
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| When the cards are all spread on the floor
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| The six and the seven
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| I needed to win
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| And you can’t call the bluff any more
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| So you stand to your feet
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| And you figure discretely
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| The best way to pay what you owe
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| And she hands you a line
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| Tells you thanks for the time
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| 'You might have brought brains to the show.'
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| Drunken nights on the city
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| Are showing their toes
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| They’ll take you for all that you owe
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| You can’t judge a book
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| And you can’t judge a crook
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| Down where the men, they can’t go
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| By early the next morning
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| I rose up to tight
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| My eyes were as red as the light
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| My pockets were empty
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| And so was my heart
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| And I promised to put things right
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| So I went to the preacher
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| I fell on my knees
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| I asked the preacher
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| To right all my wrongs
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| But he just shook his head
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| And looked sorry when he said
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| 'You've been on the drink far too long' |