Tono: E
Introducción:
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Hey, once I was the honky-tonkin' talk of the town
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Ridin' high in my bad Chevrolet
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I had seven pretty women, Lord, hangin' on me
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A different one for every day
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But look at me now, all my women's left town
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And a buck is gettin' hard to come by
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Well I must confess
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My life's a big mess
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I'm so low, I could lay down and die
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Well, you never know just how good you've got it 'till you
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....ain't got it no more
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You never know just how high you're flyin' 'till you
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Fall face down on the floor
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All I can do is just moan the blues
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And dream about what I had before
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Hey, you never know just how
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Good you've got it 'till you
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Ain't got it no more
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Hey, lately I've become one pool-sharking fool
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Make my livin' on them buddies of mine
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I was cookin' last night when the chips were all down
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So I layed everything I had on the line
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Well i knew I'd regret that hundred dollar bet
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But you never learn until it's too late
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We flipped and I lost
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Then I payed the cost
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When the eight fell in on the break
REPEAT CHORUS
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No, you never know just how
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Good you've got it 'till you
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...Ain't got it no more