| Once I was a gamblin' man
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| I kept my pistol by my hand
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| Got my work done by the light of the moon
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| Evil deeds made up my mind
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| I traded peace for troubled times
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| Wickedness and whiskey were my fuel
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| Oh but now I keep locked away
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| I might’ve hung up my shotgun
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| But I didn’t put it up so high
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| That I can’t reach up and get it back down, if you give me a reason why
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| Still got a few shells itchin' to see the light of day
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| Couple rounds of buck shot go a long, long way
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| Once I had a good run
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| But I hung up my shotgun
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| No one lives that life too long
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| Just in time somebody came along
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| With her help, I just might save myself
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| Sometimes I wake up at night
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| Dreams of fire burnin' bright
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| Pray that I don’t ever lose control
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| And so now I keep locked away
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| I might’ve hung up my shotgun
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| But I didn’t put it up so high
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| That I can’t reach up and get it back down, if you give me a reason why
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| Still got a few shells itchin' to see the light of day
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| Couple rounds of buck shot go a long, long way
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| Once I had a good run
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| But I hung up my shotgun
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| I might’ve hung up my shotgun
|
| But I didn’t put it up so high
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| That I can’t reach up and get it back down, if you give me a reason why
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| Still got a few shells itchin' to see the light of day
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| Couple rounds of buck shot go a long, long way
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| Once I had a good run
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| But I hung up my shotgun
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| Yeah I hung up my shotgun |