Texty

I played cards in England an’ I played cards in Spain
And I bet you 5 dollars I’m gonna beat you next game
An’ it’s ride, ride, ride
I got a .38 pistol on a .45 frame
Tell me how can I miss when I got dead aim?
An’ it’s ride, ride, ride
Goin’ up the mountain if I have to crawl
To give old Jeb’s boys a taste of my rifle ball
An’ it’s ride, ride, ride
Honey, honey - think I’m such a fool?
Do ya think I could leave you while the weather is so cool?
An’ it’s ride, ride, ride
Written by: Dick Connette
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