Sick and tired as a dog Hiding out in the fog But if memory were to burn off the haze I'd surely be killed in the sun
Showed up in my very best clothes To meet my foes Sniffed a trap when the dice rolled They pretended I wasn't even there
See Mary and Jimmy Took my share of the money And I rode east to the diamond mines To get mine and settle down easy
Sing me a song 'fore I die I'd be a fool to try I never could satisfy And my voices drowned in the sand
They tracked me to the gate Outflanked my escape And I fell on that bag of money Bleedin' out on the stairs
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