Words & Music by
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Ed Bruce, Glenn Ray & Patsy Bruce
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Too many dusty trailtowns, too few and far between
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Tired saloons with sawdust-covered floors
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Too many one more showdowns and aces over queens
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Winning's just a way of keeping score
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- Chorus -
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My ole pappy always told me your fate is in your hand
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Stand pat or draw, it's yours to choose
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Luck don't have a thing to do with how you play the game
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Maverick didn't come here to lose
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Maverick didn't come here to lose
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No one recalls the first hand, they all know who won the last
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And every man must find his place in time
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If all a man can count on is one day pushing up the grass
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When I do I lay you odds that grass is mine
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(Repeat Chorus)
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I 'm tired of leaving nothing, No one ever knows you're gone
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Someone's always there to take your seat
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I wonder how it feels to hear someone say "glad your home"
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Or greet the same ole friends on familiar street
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Theme From "Bret Maverick"
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| Ed Bruce |
