TNA - Aces & Eights (with lyric's) | Текст песни

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• Aces & Eights (with lyric's)

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
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.