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Aces & Eights
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Traditional Folk
Aces & Eights was released on May 30, 2017 by Sycamore Smith as a part of the album Grosspapa
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Release DateMay 30, 2017
LabelSycamore Smith
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM112

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

They must have stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
'Cause I could blow you right out of the human race
At a hundred and fifty yards
I'll never leave a hole when I shoot ya
I'll use the holes that you already got
And at night I'll bunk down on the soft patch of ground
That pops up in your family plot
I can make a bullet turn a corner
I could put a bullet in a ghost
I could send a whole hail up to paradise
And pick the halos off the heavenly host
They must have stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
'Cause I could shoot the eyes off a dragonfly's face
At a hundred and fifty yards
I can dodge any bullet that you fire at me
I've never taken a hit and never will
The one time I ever missed a target
It was me that I was trying to kill
When I'm alone in my house I keep low to the ground
Every window and rat hole is boarded
I shot my way in and out of Alcatraz
And floated home on the body of the warden
They must have stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
'Cause I could blow you right out of the human race
At a hundred and fifty yards
I stood with the Devil in a crowded theater
I was just a gun for hire
The Devil said, "Wait for my signal,"
And then the Devil shouted, "Fire!"
They say that I will end up in Hell, well
First they gotta put me in the ground
But I was told by the Devil himself
He's gonna send me someplace further down
They must have stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
'Cause I could shoot the tears off your widow's face
At a hundred and fifty yards
They must have stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
'Cause I could shoot the cute off your baby's face
At a hundred and fifty yards
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