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| it was raining to the east and you could see that wall of water move to town |
| it didn't flood but nonetheless that water just kept on coming down |
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they say that it was on that night joe's shot down to the floor
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his gamblin' days are over but his soul cried out for more* |
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*how long can i be denied |
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he'd just got back from 2 weeks out, got lucky once, and stole a winning hand |
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but if the winnings didn't elude him, the money just slipped through his fingers like it was sand |
| but that night was his lucky night, he thought there's nothing they can do |
| but never take for granted someone who feels lucky just like you ** |
| joe laid there on the floor with the tip jar for the band up by his head |
| he was going for it all but was laid down with a bullet in his back |
| with only 2 bucks in the tip jar, the band just played on |
| so the dealer grabbed the money and joe's girl by the arm, saying * |
| so the moral of this story, i'm sure you're just a bout to figure out |
| it aint who gets the money and it sure aint the way that joe hit the ground |
| but it might just be about all of us, with nothing more to do, |
| than stare at one another and figure they're better off than you ** |
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