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"Gonna shoot a little dice
Play a little cards
Drink a little beer
and shoot out the stars
Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress
Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest"

Sittin' at a table playing five card draw
Losing money faster than you ever saw
I looked at the dealer said, where y'all from
He smiled real big and he pulled out his gun

He said me and my pappy and my grandpap
we all come from the Cumberland Gap
The Cumberland Gap, the Cumberland Gap
We all come from the Cumberland Gap

Well I looked at that gun, and I looked at my hand
I looked at the money and I looked at the band
The fiddle player sawing some mournful song
I'm living in this world boys, but not for long

"Gonna shoot a little dice
Play a little cards
Drink a little beer
and shoot out the stars
Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress
Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest"

Going down Cripple Creek, going in a run
Going down Cripple Creek to have a little fun

Down on Cripple Cripple Creek the living is fast
The girls are all pretty and the money never lasts
You can have you a girl, you can have you a dance
They'll have you hitched and married if you give'em a chance

Preacher man says "son you're living wrong
Life's too short and you're doing all wrong

I said to the preacher, I know you're right,
I'm looking for a girl that can last all night.
I need to find me a bottle with something good
and get to living life the way I should

"Gonna shoot a little dice
Play a little cards
Drink a little beer
and shoot out the stars
Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress
Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest"

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