| Never hit seventeen
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| When you play against the dealer
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| You know that the odds
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| Wont ride with you
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| And never leave your woman alone
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| With your friends around to steal her
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| Shell be gamled and gone
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| Like summer wages
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| And well keep rollin on til we get to vancouver
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| And the woman that I love
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| Shes living there
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| Its been six long months
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| And more since Ive seen her
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| Years have gambled and gone
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| Like summer wages
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| In all the beer parlors
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| All down along main street
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| The dreams of the seasons
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| Get all spilled down on the floor
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| All the big stands of timber
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| Just waiting for falling
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| And the hookers standing watchfully
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| Waiting by the door
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| So Ill work on the towboats
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| With my slippery city shoes
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| Which lord I swore I would never do again
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| Through the gray fog-bound straits
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| Where the cedars stand watching
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| Ill be far off and gone
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| Like summer wages
|
| Never hit seventeen
|
| When you play against the dealer
|
| You know that the odds
|
| Wont ride with you
|
| And never leave your woman alone
|
| With your friends around to steal her
|
| Shell be gamled and gone
|
| Like summer wages
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| Tag
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| And the years are gambled and lost
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| Like summer wages |