Old silver died last Saturday evenin'
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Or was it more like ten years ago
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She nailed two dozen roses to the top of his coffin
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And buried'em deep where they never would grow
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Lord she buried'em deep where they never would grow
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Now the Irish are funny, they'll cry when they have to
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And the lady she moaned such a mournful sound
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Me and the Mexican just finished the bottle
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And remembered the days when Old Silver was around
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Yeah remembered the days when Old Silver was around
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'Cause Old Silver took the best of it with him
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The lovers and the dealers and the dreamers of dreams
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And Old Silver took the love of a lady
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Who never got over Old Silver and me
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Lord she never got over Old Silver and me
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Old Silver had the magic and he carried the money
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With the grace of a gambler and he lost it with ease
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And he knew his lines better than any good carny barker
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Wore the best damn boots that you ever have seen
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He had the best snake-skin boots that you ever have seen
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Now the lady she loved him and she never asked questions
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Though she laid awake wonderin' on many a night
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She swore she was leavin' most every mornin'
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But she always would kiss him when he turned out the lights
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She was always right there when he turned out the lights
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CHORUS
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Now there's always a sidekick in every B-western
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Who's always in love with a lady who leaves
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But she can't stand the memory so I really don't blame her
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For taking the very first Greyhound she'd seen
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But god I hate her for takin' the first Greyhound she'd seen
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CHORUS
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Old Silver died last Saturday evenin'
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Or was it more like ten years ago
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Old Silver
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| Radney Foster |
