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Well I'm packing up my suitcase, I fill up with Gasoline If I leave Fort Worth in the morning, I could see my Cajun queen Well I'm living for the moment with my guitar and pure desire I can see the greed in your soul, and I can smell the burning fire So give me two shots of whiskey, Lord knows I'm a dangerous man The gypsy moved to Houston, I won't ever see her again Now the road is long and lonesome and I'm always short on pay Mama said son, How'd you turn out this way? I know you got your money with your slick suit and your smile As for me I ain't worried about nothing because I ain't seen none in awhile And I can't go back believing because there is too much to deny When promises get broken while your barely getting by So give me two shots of whiskey, Lord knows I'm a dangerous man The gypsy moved to Houston, I won't ever see her again Now the road is long and lonesome and I'm always short on pay Mama said son, How'd you turn out this way? From Letras Mania