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As the evening sun goes down |
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The Dealer shuffles into town |
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Makes a note of what's a float |
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And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat |
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In the time it takes to heal |
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The dealer's made another deal |
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When he plays he plays for keeps |
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And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel |
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Dealer, Dealer |
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Like the mighty ocean's roar |
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He gets all his share and more |
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Mexican right to the core and very proud |
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He'll get even with the score |
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Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore |
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Between the desert and the dove |
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Money is his only love |
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Feeling nothing deep inside |
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His mind is governed by his pride |
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In a smoky little room |
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Shadows moving in the gloom |
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Someone turns a running flush |
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And breaks the deathly quiet hush |
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Dealer, Dealer |
