Oh my, don't the sky look spacious
With the stars all shinin' down
Well, I can hear the night wind howlin'
It's a high and lonesome sound
And I ain't had a woman in so long
I need to feed my starvin' soul
Come on, saddle up boys, we're gonna ride into town
We're gonna get a little out of control
There's a card game in the corner
And the barmaid smiled at me
Well, I tipped her a silver dollar
And she brought me a drink for free
All the town-folk call her the cheap one
And the gamblers call her Flo
Come on, set 'em up again
I got me a friend
And I think I'm gettin' out of control
Oh, oh, oh
She's cool water, her momma taught her
I got news, she's mine and mine alone
Well, if anybody's lookin' for trouble
You know I'm the gun you want to try
Well, I'll fight any man who wants to
And I don't care who or why
You got to gamble on your story
You got no guts, you get no glory
And I'm bettin' my money on an ace in the hole
Think I'm gettin' out of control
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