| Well Jesse was a rovin' gambler
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| Nine ball was his game
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| He kept one step out ahead of his Rep
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| One town out ahead of his fame
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| I think I mighta seen him in Clovis
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| But the place was kinda loud
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| Even so, it was a long time ago
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| When my head sorta stayed in a cloud
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| There’s a lotta green in the city
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| That you can’t cut thick or thin
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| There’s a lot of green between fat and lean
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| That you might never see again, Oh, Jesse
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| You might never see again
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| Well I KNOW I saw him in Shreveport
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| The time this song’s about
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| I was hangin' in town 'cause the river was down
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| Like my sister I was sweatin' the drought
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| He was playin' some kid from Dallas
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| Who could out talk a freeway cop
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| A day and a half they’d been on a raft
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| Tryin' to play till the other would drop
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| There’s a lotta green in the city
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| That you can’t cut thick or thin
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| There’s a lot of green between fat and lean
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| That you might never see again, Oh, Jesse
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| You might never see again
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| Carmen wore a red silk dress
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| She lean’d beside the coke machine
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| She must have been the prize that was in his eyes
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| It was as clear as gasoline
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| Twenty seven hundred on the table
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| Another twenty five in the dark
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| Dallas was talkin' up a blue streak
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| As Jesse reached for the chalk
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| The room got deathly quiet
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| The newsboy shut his mouth
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| The cold north wind changed it’s mind again
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| And blew lazy from the south
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| The whippoorwills quit singin'
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| Not even the judge did laugh
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| When Jesse Justice chalked his saber
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| And sliced the 9 in half
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| There’s a lotta green in the city
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| That you can’t cut thick or thin
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| There’s a lot of green between fat and lean
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| That you might never see again, Oh, Jesse
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| You might never see again |