| Neon lights don’t ever dim
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| In the kind of bars that never close
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| In a back room game T-Jim yelled,
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| «St. |
| Gabriel! |
| I’m gonna steal the show!»
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| He slapped his cards down on the table
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| Said «Boys, I got me a winning hand»
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| But the sight that made ole T-Jim tremble
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| Was the king that took his land
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| Mister meet your new landlord
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| I heard you knockin' upon my door
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| Mister meet your new landlord
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| I got plenty of room down on the floor
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| With the ticket burning in his hand
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| And the tip still ringing in his ear
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| Big Pete bet his whole life savings
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| As the race was drawing near
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| A shot was fired, the gates flew open
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| The years streaked right before his eyes
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| Too bad they were riding on the saddle
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| From a moment of ill advice
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| Mister meet your new landlord
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| I heard you knockin' upon my door
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| Mister meet your new landlord
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| I got plenty of room down on the floor
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| Other names in other places
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| Different rules but it’s all the same
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| Cause if that bug ever bites you
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| The scar will bear you shame
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| I tell you, son, you know you’re in trouble
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| If you wake up one morning in a daze
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| And as you peer into the mirror
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| The face leaning over says:
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| Mister meet your new landlord
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| I heard you knockin' upon my door
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| Mister meet your new landlord
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| I got plenty of room down on the floor |