Oh, my, don't the sky look spacious
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With the stars all shinin' down
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Well, I can hear the night wind howlin'
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It's a high and lonesome sound
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And I ain't had a woman in so long
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I can't feed my starvin soul
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Come on, saddle up, boys, we're gonna ride into town
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We're gonna get a little out of control
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There's a card game in the corner
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And the barmaid smiled at me
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Well, I tipped her a sliver dollar and
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she brought me a drink for free
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All the town-folk call her the cheap one
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And the gamblers call her Flo
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Come on, set 'em up again
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I got me a friend and I think I'm gettin' out of control
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Oh,oh,oh
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She's cool water, her momma taught her
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I got news, she's mine and mine alone
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And if anybody's lookin' for trouble
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You know I'm the one you want to try
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Well, I'll fight any man who wants to
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And I don't care who or why
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You got to gamble on your story
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You got no guts, you get no glory
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And I'm bettin' my money on an ace in the hole
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Think I'm gettin' out of control
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Out Of Control
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