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Calamity Steve
by Grasshammer deluxe
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Once my momma told me, son you need to stop chasing that tail
Cause sooner or later you'll end up either hung or in jail
So I might not be the fine man you take me for
I've tried my luck at the streams and I've sold my horse
Don't know if I'll get home
Sold my boots and owe nine dollars to a whore
What I got for my ride, I lost at the wheel
And I washed up no goddamn gold, so I had to steal
And I drink what I'm able, if it comes to much, well that there figures
But that's the day's affair and the liquors
Don't know if I'll get home
Sold my boots and owe nine dollars to a whore
They say never trust a man with both a belt and suspenders
She was screaming over a few bucks, so my .38 had to end her
As the sheriff knocked down my door, for damn sure I tried to flee
No use with my pants around my ankles, so they strung me from a tree
Now I'll never get home
Sold my boots but at least I don't owe a whore
Once my momma told me, son you need to stop chasing that tail
Cause sooner or later you'll end up either hung or in jail
So I might not be the fine man you take me for
I've tried my luck at the streams and I've sold my horse
Don't know if I'll get home
Sold my boots and owe nine dollars to a whore
What I got for my ride, I lost at the wheel
And I washed up no goddamn gold, so I had to steal
And I drink what I'm able, if it comes to much, well that there figures
But that's the day's affair and the liquors
Don't know if I'll get home
Sold my boots and owe nine dollars to a whore
They say never trust a man with both a belt and suspenders
She was screaming over a few bucks, so my .38 had to end her
As the sheriff knocked down my door, for damn sure I tried to flee
No use with my pants around my ankles, so they strung me from a tree
Now I'll never get home
Sold my boots but at least I don't owe a whore
