| He woke up in the mornin'
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| He found the note she’d left
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| 'said im leavin' with the dog
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| An' we’re headed way out west
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| And then he heard a knockin'
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| It was the landlord at the door
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| 'said «you're three months overdue kid
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| So you dont live here no more»
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| It was not his lucky day
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| It was not his lucky day
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| He went down to the fact’ry
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| The foreman said «you're late»
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| He called down for security to
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| Escort him to the gate
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| 'said dont bother comin' back kid
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| Dont expect no severence pay
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| He lost his girl, lost his dog, lost his home, lost his job
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| It was not his lucky day
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| No it was not his lucky day
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| It was not his lucky day
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| He pulled his delta 88
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| Up to the fillup 66
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| Pulled out his rouger 44
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| An' he walked in the front door
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| Said «give me all your money sir
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| And i’ll be on my way»
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| But he should have seen it comin'
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| It was not his lucky day
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| No it was not his lucky day
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| It was not his lucky day
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| It was not his lucky day
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| It was not his lucky day
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| The clerk apologized
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| Said «theres no money in the till
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| A woman and a dog just robbed me
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| Stole my last one dollar bill
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| So put away that gun
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| The cops are on there way
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| You ain’t done nothin' wrong yet son
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| Just turn and walk away"
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| But it was not his lucky day
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| It was not his lucky day
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| He cussed and he kicked the floor
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| And then he walked back out that door
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| It sounded just like thunder
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| Seven shotguns' deadly roar
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| His body danced and twisted
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| Just like a puppet on a string
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| He came to rest in a bloody mess
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| Up against the coke machine
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| It was not his lucky day
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| It was not his lucky day
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| It was not his lucky day |