Marty Falle
Marty Falle - Dublin Creek songtekst
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I won't tell you what I'm thinking You'll just have to guess what I got on my mind Might be four of a kind, keep u guessin'. I've been waitin' to play you since I left Deadwood, South Dakota And bet one more last hand at Dublin Creek They tell me you're the master of the cheatin' game They tell me you're the king of the Sleight-of-hand Palm Cards, Stack a deck, keep dealing those seconds,Hey I see you brought your cappers, lookin for soul to rob I'm glad we got to meet at Dublin Creek I don't know what u got hidden I know my Aces have got you dead to rights Yea, I come a long, long way And I didn't come to play Make ya famous here at Dublin Creek Just in case you missed my name They called me Wild Bill Gonna make ya famous here Dublin Creek I know what your thinkin' , I'm just another player You got me pegged as a drifter fresh from out of town But I got some news for you at the end of this losing streak Gonna make ya famous here in Dublin Creek I see jacks but I don't know what you got hidden I'll just fold for now, and make you feel like you're winning We got a long one here tonight at Dublin Creek We got one last hand! No bottom dealing You've been a big stack bully, since the night began! Nothing in my hand, one broken ace and a snowman. Gonna make u famous here at Dublin creek But I went all in - old George must have thought I committed a cardinal sin, Loved my strange technique Stealin' Easy money from a sucker at Dublin Creek George showed a full boat ;a couple J-Birds with aces high And he started laughin' thinkin' he got by Until he saw my Colt 45, start sweatin' I said "George, on behalf of all the good honest people that you cheat I wish you fond farewell from Dublin Creek Rest in peace