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Mmh, once I was a gambling man But now my gambling days are done Mmh, once I was some love sick cowboy I might say, I've holstered my gun And the world is a whole lot safer since I walked the line In me you see penitent man Whoa, you won't catch me in no cathouse Dancing in the buff with a bottle of moonshine Least way's, that's the plan Because I'm older n' wiser I ain't the fool I used to be And now the way things are shaping They're gonna make a saying out of me And no more tearing up the highway Stoned out of my head So near I am to a righteous man So straight and narrow and spic and span I think the next best thing is dead Oh the next best thing is dead Once I was thrown in a county jail I gave it up to the Lord above (uh-huh) Letras de cancionesWhen some big bad dude, 6 foot 8 Got hellbent on brotherly love So I hopped the Mustang Shelby In a backseat full of bones Sweet Jesus I have been redeemed So you might catch me in some juke joint Raising Cain to the crack of dawn But only in my dreams Because I'm older n' wiser I ain't the fool I used to be And now the way things are shaping They're gonna make a saying out of me And no more tearing up the highway Stoned out of my head So near I am to a righteous man Just a hoop and a holler from the Promised Land I said the next best thing is dead Oh the next best thing is dead From Letras Mania