| There’s a woman in New Orleans
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| Said to love me she was born
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| But that was Friday payday
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| By Sunday she was gone
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| So I drove on down to Texas
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| Where I did not do to well
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| I fell hard for this woman child
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| Turn ou she came from… well
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| To one that I love
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| Well I had no luck with women
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| Thought I’d try my hand at cards
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| So I headed for Nevada
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| Gonna really take them on
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| But the way the hands were fallin'
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| And the way the money goes
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| You could say it’s getting colder
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| You could say I nearly froze
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| To one that I love
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| So I started playing guitar
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| In a southern boogie band
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| And the ladies I was meeting
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| Make you want to buy the farm
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| Gettin' tired of saving souvenirs
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| Don’t remind me where they’re from
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| And the nights come on like magic
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| In the morning it’s all gone
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| To one that I love
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| To one that I love
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| To one that I love
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| Lady Luck help me hold on
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| Lady Luck help me hold on |