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Alabama riverboat gambler
Hes got a pokerface like you never seen
Alabama riverboat gambler
Livin off a pork an beans
Alabama riverboat gambler
Not as glamorous as he may seem
Been livin the life of a gambler
Since he was just 15
Floatin on down the bayo
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
You can almost hear the banjos in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Some say he was born in the mountains
Way back in tennessee
Some say hes the child of a mississippi river
Freeborn as a man can be
Sitting plush with a royal flush
Aces back to back oh no
Hes crazier than Crazy Otto
And hes meaner than Wolfman Jack
Floatin on down the bayo
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
You can almost hear the banjos in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Way on down in the bayou land
Where the alligators own the scene
The gambler man had to make his stand
Against another man like he never seen
Bullet bill from way back in the hills
Had a look in his eyes like he wanted to kill, oh no
After bout 13 rounds of poker
He slang a gun up over his shoulder
But Alabama was a quick draw
He shot Bill square in the jaw
You can almost hear him screamin in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
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Ridin' On (Demo)
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Been ridin’ on, all day long, hopin we can set up camp b’fore sundown
Spent three days gone, up in the mountains, living like a gnome, sleepin on the cold cold ground
Well we robbed a bank down in Waynesboro
Been runnin from the man e’r since
If I don’t cross that mountain by sundown Oh lord
I’m bound to keep-a-ridin’ on
Didn’t mean to do wrong, aint had no options, now im livin on the road, runnin from them cold iron bars
When I’s a young man, I made a promise. Never steal a dime, even if you’re livin’ outta boxcars.
But I only feel at home on the highway
And my old man made his coin skippin’ the law
If I can’t make my break ridin’ this train back to Crozet
I’m bound to keep-a-ridin’ on
Lord know my time aint come, I gotta keep on runnin, for I am the man that Sheriff wants to find
So I grabbed my guns, ran towards the mountains, gonna leave everything that I love behind
Well I might head out to California
Might go on down to ole Mexico
And if they find me wherever Im hidin’, then buddy imonewarnya
I’m bound to keep-a-ridin’ on
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