Fat Chance Dupree Had it in for me The cause of which I never could divine Well they say it had to be Some kind of fear or jealousy Anyhow, I did not see it at the time
Now Fat Chance Dupree Was a trapper same as me Could have been a reason I suppose In the winter he'd come down From his mountain hunting grounds But I never wanted any part of those
But who knows why I wish I knew We feel the things we feel Do the things we do Yeah who knows why I wish I knew We feel the things we feel Do the things we do
Kitty Mary used to come around The most beautiful woman in town We'd keep each other happy now and then She did let fall that Chance Dupree Might try to waylay me In the cottonwoods down by the river bend
I thought: Come on if you're comin' Come on Fats Come on if you're comin' Good luck with that
Now Fat Chance Dupree Was lying in wait for me Which I took to be considerable unkind I took his weapon from his hand Which made him understand He should not have took the path he had in mind
But who knows why I wish I knew We feel the things we feel Do the things we do Yeah who knows why I wish I knew We feel the things we feel Do the things we do Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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