| With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
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| I’m a lucky son of a gun
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| Wherever I go I guess you know
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| I tip my hat to none
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| With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
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| I’m a lucky son of a gun
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| I’m just a rollin' stone, I wander on my own
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| And always take my own advice
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| I’ve travelled every trail, and never been in jail
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| 'Cos I’ve deserved it once or twice
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| My horse has been my pal, but once I met a gal
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| And thought a kiss would be no crime
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| I darn near lost my life, she was the sheriff’s wife
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| I just got out of town in time
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| With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
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| I’m a lucky son of a gun
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| Wherever I go I guess you know
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| I tip my hat to none
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| With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
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| I’m a lucky son of a gun
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| (Short Musical Break)
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| Now when I leave a town and get to beddin' down
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| I kinda wink up at the stars
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| Nobody knows my name, they only know I came
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| And drank my weight in all the bars
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| With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
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| I’m a lucky son of a gun
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| Wherever I go I guess you know
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| I tip my hat to none
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| With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
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| I’m a lucky son of a gun |