Tonart: E major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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As the sunday sun sets down on Rhino,
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Nevada
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I'm not really a gambling man,
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but I'm quite partial to a flutter
and if you're playing Black Jack,
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they'll let you drink for free
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and that sounds like a pretty
good deal to me...
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Verse 2
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so I pull up to a table and I sing my first line
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I get chatting to an old man, sat by my side
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he can't quite place my accent and
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he asks me where I'm from
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like many before he thinks
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that I'm Australian.
Verse 3
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I tell him I'm from England,
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from Essex, to be precise
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we both lose a couple of hands
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and sing some more lines
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he asks me what I'm doing,
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I tell him I've been singing on the road.
Verse 4
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He asks me where I've been and what
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I've seen and what I might have learned
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travelling on that giant piece of dirt
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Verse 5
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I've seen the rivers and the mountains,
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the forests through the trees
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I've seen the deserts and canyons,
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I've seen the tumble- weed
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I watched the sunset of the west coast
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with sand between my toes
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I've been East freezing my bollocks off
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I've seen the interstates and free
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ways from my rental car
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mostly, though, I've seen a lot of bars.
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I've seen a few music venues and
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Verse 6
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London got me JFK, Boston, Baltimore
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to the American Visionary Art Mu
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seum down the Appalachian trail
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to the suburbs of Atlanta and
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where I ended in a karaoke bar
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doing Jimmy Buffet tunes
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left onto the A10(?), the "Big Easy",
New Orleans
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I played a bit of washboard
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I felt like Chris Christopherson,
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flat out and bet on rouge
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when they let me sing some songs
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in the Red Dragon listening room
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in fact I've been singing
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songs everywhere I stop
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somehow I'm calling this my job
Verse 7
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I've heard the banjos and the trumpets,
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been to where the blues was born
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danced to dubstep and to punk rock
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and I shopped in record stores
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I read the Great American Novel by
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the Great American Novelist
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and give me half a chance I'll build
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myself a white picket fence
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cause I love the American culture,
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its music, books and poetry
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and the wonderful Americans that I've
met on my journey
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Verse 8
FLASHBACK to the casino and the
sounds like you've seen more of this
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cuntry than I have ever done.
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I come from Salt Lake City,
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that's where I was born and raised;
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I still live in Utah and I
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barely left the state.
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But you still haven't told me what
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sounds like you're just driving
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round and getting drunk.
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And it's not like you're any
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good at Black Jack, either -
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you haven't won a dollar since
Verse 9
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I've seen casinos and the churches,
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the prisons and the shopping malls,
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the ballparks and the stadiums,
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the junk- food drive- throughs,
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the fast cars and the tea bars,
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the broken traffic lights,
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the homeless and forgotten folk,
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Downtown late at night,
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and I've seen the foreign policy,
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the oily, bloody hands,
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I've seen the police brutality
Verse 10
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and if there's one thing
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that I've learned
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it's that a dollar costs more than it's worth
Verse 11
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I didn't come in here to win -
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I just came here for a drink.
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