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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Producer
Billy Horton
Billy Horton
Producer

Songtexte

I'm calling a spade My mind has done been made That's what the man he said Then he threw his money down and then passed the cards around This weren't no children's game He said his name was just a passing thing While I looked at him confused But I soon knew what he meant With his revolver spent On everything but me Just then he laughed and handed me a bag Said, "Could you fill it for me please?" Then we rode all night long through the dark until the dawn Before we finally took our rest Said he'd come in from Galveston That troubled city by the gulf He said I knew your sister well, so when I saw you I could tell By that ribbon on your sleeve I'm sorry to say your sister's passed away I've seen it with my own two eyes And those same evil men, who killed my closest kin They were sitting there by you Listen to me, life is misery Trouble's always on the way And if I were you, I know what I'd do Because they're sure to call a spade
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