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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Americans
The Americans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Ferris
Patrick Ferris
Songwriter
Zachary Sokolow
Zachary Sokolow
Songwriter

Lyrics

With a hole in my pocket and my hair correct Holy horseshoe hanging down And about the luck that you'd expect I left you sleeping and went to town Hit Nevada for a weekend trip Where your money slips away But ever since I lost my grip You can bet I'm always game Never was a fan of the quiet life Shaking in my hand is a paradise Bet more credit when there's credit due Many a time I've said I'm through And many a time you've let it slide But I still let it ride I won you over with a first impression You didn't read the writing on the wall You cast a glance in my direction Where now you see nothing at all Driving back with the rising sun Radio playing nothing new AC blowing, and I know by now I'm always going to feel the way I do You didn't come home when you said you would Last night losing was in my blood Bet more credit when there's credit due Many a time I've said I'm through And many a time you've let it slide Come back begging, but it's nothing new Rise from the dead if I get it right But I still let it ride
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