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He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes

He says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
Ah, but I won't play to loose

He's burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neat

He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street

Then she tell him that he's crazy
She's a-saying, ?Hey baby
I'm your wife?

Yeah, she tell him that he's crazy
For gambling a-with his life

But he climbs on his horse
You know he feel no remorse
He just kicks it alive

His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive

Then she tell him that he's crazy
Yeah, she's saying, ?Listen, baby
I'm your wife?

Yeah, she tell him that he's crazy
For gambling a-with his life

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes

He says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
Ah, but I won't play to loose

Yeah, sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes

He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news