A whiskey bottle sets upon the table, Surrounded by the poundin' of nervous hearts. 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. And it will drag you to the bowels of evil, Pray the Wild Bill's curse doesn't laid 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.
With a Deadman's hand, a Deadman's hand. With a Deadman's hand, a Deadman's hand.
(You gonna flip that last card, boy?)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
