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