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Willie Nelson

Playin' Dominoes And Shootin' Dice

 

Playin' Dominoes And Shootin' Dice

(álbum: Rainbow Connection - 2001)


Once I knowed a guitar picker, lived his life on wine and liquor
Running around in one of them new machines
He was about the proudest feeling, wheeling, dealing
Sneaking, stealing, aggravating man I've ever seen

Nothing but a midnight rambler, biggest drunkard and a gambler
He'd do anything that wasn't nice
Hunting, golfing, fishing, swimming, running around with other women
Playing dominoes and shooting dice

Then one night as he was dining, while the moon was brightly shining
With his secret love he was so gay
He would laugh and call her 'Honey' while she proudly spent his money
As they hugged and smooched the time away

Laughing, joking, dining, dancing
Planning parties and romancing, having fun regardless of the price
Eating caviar and chicken, strumming his guitar and picking
Playing dominoes and shooting dice

Then his wife walked in and found him with that pretty girl around him
Started making headway for the gate
When he seen those girls dividing, he commenced to slip and sliding
But he seemed to know it was too late

Crowds began to getting thinner, they jumped up and left their dinner
No one seemed to have an appetite
Not a person dare defend her, everyone jumped out the window
No one hung around to see the fight

Then she grabbed him by the collar, he commenced to squeal and holler
As she plastered him betwixt the eyes
And then his old guitar she swung it, o'er his head she proudly hung it
Bruises, knots and bumps began to rise

He leapt up and tried to squeeze her, but she warped 'cross the beezer
Pulled a pistol and shot him once or twice
When the wicked fight was over, he was laid beneath the clover
No more dominoes and shooting dice

feito

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