This could be the sad lonely cowboys last game of poker.
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I got an ace in my hand
And nothing good with it
Here I’m staring at my cards
Thinking of when I split
The grunge across the table
Eyes me like a killer
Yet I think of my lady
Pain I’ve led her under
I got an ace in my hand
And nothing good with it
I’ve just bet my last dollar
This bluff I do commit
Playing against outlaws
They’d kill me without care
With my lady long gone gone
Maybe I just don’t care
I got an ace in my hand
And nothing good with it
Without my lady no more
Death sounds like my best fit
I could fake like I’m cheating
I’d hang tonight for sure
Throw away my three and five
Next cards will tell me poor
I got an ace in my hand
Next draw gave me two more
My heart just sunk deep away
Alive I do deplore
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