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A whiskey bottle sets upon the table,
Surrounded by the poundin' of nervous hearts.
A dealer dealin' good fate or misfortune,
Will have you sweatin' bullets for the right cards.
The unexpected fear will come to haunt you,
Like a breath of darkness ridin' in the wind.
And it will drag you to the bowels of evil,
Pray the Wild Bill's curse doesn't laid again.
A Deadman's hand, a Deadman's fate,
Hold them once and you may never escape.
A Deadman's hand, a Deadman's fate,
Everybody fears the Aces and Eights.
A loaded gun hidin' underneath the table,
Ready for the trigger in case you might go down.
You'll either come out standin' like a winner,
Or lyin' in a pine box six feet underground.
A Deadman's hand, a Deadman's fate,
Hold them once and you may never escape.
A Deadman's hand, a Deadman's fate,
Everybody fears the Aces and Eights.
A Deadman's hand, a Deadman's fate,
Hold them once and you may never escape.
A Deadman's hand, a Deadman's fate,
Everybody fears the Aces and Eights.
With a Deadman's hand, a Deadman's hand.
With a Deadman's hand, a Deadman's hand.
(You gonna flip that last card, boy?)
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