| My baby’s a crap shooter
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| And she shoots 'em like a man
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| My babe, she’s a crapshooter
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| And she shoots em' like a man
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| And ev' since she been shooting craps
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| Woo-well-well, she been going from hand to hand
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| Sometime she wins
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| But the most time she lose
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| Sometime she win
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| But now the most time she lose
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| But now when she lose
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| Woo-well-well, then I have the crap shooting blues
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| She told me to always
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| Bet that the dice won’t pass
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| She told to always
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| Bet that the dice won’t pass
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| But ev’rytime since I been bettin' that way
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| Woo-well-well, I been had a raggedy yas, yas, yas
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| Since I have been shooting craps
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| I can’t win a cent
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| Since I have been shooting craps
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| I can’t win a cent
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| Well, I can’t win enough dough
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| Woo-hoo-well-well, now to even pay my rent
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| I’m tellin' all you crapshooters
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| Now to let crapshooting go
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| I am telling all you crapshooters
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| Woo-well, to let crapshooting go
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| 'Cause now you will be stone barefooted
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| Woo-well-well, then again and outta dough |