| I was raised a gambler’s son
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| And before I could walk, I had to learn how to run
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| And I never, never ever played a loaded dice
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| But I rolled a lot of women with a heart as cold as ice
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| On the run again, looking for a place to hide
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| Everywhere I look there is trouble
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| Always coming my way
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| Trouble always coming my way
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| Baby, I’m lonely, I’m out of control
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| I need someone to understand the badness in my soul
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| Though I never, I never stole another man’s wife
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| But I fooled around plenty enough and I got what I paid for
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| On the run again, looking for a place to hide
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| Everywhere I look there is trouble
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| Always coming my way
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| Trouble always coming my way, trouble
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| On the run again, looking for a place to hide
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| Everywhere I look there is trouble
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| Trouble always coming my way
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| I’m gonna change my lowdown ways, oh
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| Trouble always coming my way
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| Trouble always coming
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| Trouble always coming my way
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| Trouble always coming
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| I can’t change my evil ways |