Deadman's Hand Lyrics

A whiskey bottle sits upon the table,
Surrounded by the pound and I have a nervous heart.
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,
It will drag you to the bowels of evil
Pretty wild bills, cursed, doesn't ride 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 r
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.

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