Fist Full Of Dollars

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Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
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Now that town sets in for a fight

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Doo doo doo

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Frighten'd of the dice they roll
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Where the highway ends and the sand turns to gold
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The turnpike ends and turns to gold

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    Hmmm

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Me and my baby- well I drew my money from the Central Trust
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And I hopped with my guitar on a greyhound bus
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Headin' down south money and guitar in my hand
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On a one way ticket to the promised land
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Out where they- baby, through the wood, run
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Down where the iron turn to rust

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And your weekend pa... Your week pay baby...
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And your weeks pay in a minute just turns to dust
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Me again baby I wouldn't leave
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  Again 'till I believe
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That some gonna stand, man some gonna fall
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And some ain't gonna get to play the game at all

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Well they give you the worst and they take the best
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For a fist full of dollars and a little bit less
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Hey!
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Now!
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Na na na...
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Da da da...

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Well a-broke and busted I went down to the clock - on a clock
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And I took my guitar baby, put her in hock
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  Hmmm

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Baby what's a poor boy gonna do?

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A fist full of dollars and a little bit less
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Da da da...