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AmI live out yonder where the snakes Gand scorpions run Amgot myself a little goldmine Gto bank on Dmone day my heart sank when I saw MAmadame in town I Amknew her Glove wouFld be the death of miAmne
L'amour passé, l'amour obète. Pourquoi perdre sa vie à chercher l'or d'un coeur? Je ne me noierai pas dans ce désert mystique. Je ferme mes comptes et je repars. CHORUS
GDo me a favor while I'm hanging here AmTake this gold and go and hide Amne gigote pas chéri sur ta coGrde penAmdue don't worAmry I'lGl beF free in no tiAmme.
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AmShe promised me she would be therGe when I'd return Amshe didn't say she'd have a army thGere as well Dmshe whispered, "J'taime Baby," as she fired thatAm gun at me. AmmaisG jeF n'ai plus de temps Am
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GI should've stayed way out yonder Ambetter off with the scorpi-ons and snakes AmEvery act which has no heart will be found out iGn the end Am
Yes AmI'm Ga lFittle lAmate this time, cause her loAmve woGuldF be the death of Mimmine, mine, all miAmne