Текст песни Hank Locklin - Seven Or Eleven
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A seven or eleven that would put me highBut it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeyeWell once I had a woman who lived just for meBut a pair of these old shining dice made us disagreeI should have been a farmer we`ve got along just fineBut I couldn`t resist these old dice and a jug of warm red wineA seven or eleven I could make the barBut it would be just my luck to roll an old boxcar[ fiddle - steel ]Well a woman is like the ocean that flows so deep and wideSomeday she`ll take a notion and leave you on the other sideWell a seven or eleven that would put me highBut it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye