| Yeah I say rollin' wheels and blackjack deals
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| Are all the same to me
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| Yeah traded away everything I made
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| And headed out to Santa Fe
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| Laid my money down, the filly came around
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| She’s six lengths in the lead
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| Yeah grabbed that money and 1 kissed my honey
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| And we headed down to New Orleans
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| Won’t you roll on down the road just let it roll
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| Won’t you roll on down the road, let it roll
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| Hell I’ve never stopped to ask myself
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| If the getting’s worth the goal
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| Guess I gotta gambler guess I gotta rambler
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| Lord, I gotta gypsy soul
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| Yeah well I gave thanks as they lowered the planks
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| On the decks of the Delta Queen
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| And I got in a game with a man named James
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| And I figured I’d pick him clean
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| When the bet went down and the deal came around
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| Worst deal I’d ever seen
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| I always thought my ace in the hole
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| Must’ve been in Tennessee
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| Well I always know’d my ace in the hole
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| Must’ve been in music row
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| They tell me, boys, gonna make a name
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| That’s the only place to go
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| If you don’t mind, I’m unkind
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| Wanna do things my own way
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| Yeah you gamble and you lose, sing a three chord blues |
| Hell it’s all the same |