| It was a cool night in dallas at the southside nine ball palace
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| When i stepped in off the sidewalk with my pool cue in my hand
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| I said i’ve come for texas slim we’re gonna shoot nine ball me and him
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| And tonight we’re gonna see who’s the better man
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| Well i’ve heard he used to be the best and i’ve already beaten all the rest
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| From new york to chicago and la
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| They say that he’s the king of hustlers an old time texas pool hall rustler
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| Ain’t he the man that used to say
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| Don’t ever make it look too easy when you break 'em
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| Get all the money out on the table take the time to chalk and aim
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| Don’t take pity on 'em son just take 'em
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| If you can’t afford to lose then you should never play the game
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| Then out of the shadows dim stepped what once was texas slim
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| He was ripped worn and ragged kinda rundown at the heel
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| He said it’s been a long time son since i’ve shot pool with anyone
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| But i’ll play you one game if that’s the way you feel
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| Lord he was a pitiful looking man with a three day beard and a trembling hand
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| Had to take him a shot of whiskey to ease the shakes
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| I said i’ve come to take you for all you’ve got
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| Slim and it don’t matter that it ain’t a lot
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| And just to show you i’m a sportin' man you can have the break
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| Then a smile crossed the face of every pool shark in that place
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| As slim took down his custom inlaid pool cue from its stand
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| He said i’ve heard for days that you were comin'
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| With your pockets full and your young mouth runnin'
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| Now i’m gonna show you who’s the better man
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| Then all i heard was a cue balls crack and nine balls fall and slim say rack
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| And he kept the run till all my money was gone
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| Then he looked at me with those eyes of ice
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| And said son i’ll just leave you with this advice
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| To ponder as you hitchhike your way back home
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| Don’t ever make it look too easy when you break 'em…
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| Now don’t ever make it look too easy when you break 'em… |