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I Got A Nickel That I Keep Here In My Pocket I Got These Snakeskin Boots Here Wrapped Around My Feet I Got A Picture That I Keep Here In A Locket Of A Woman Who's Much Too Good For Me

chorus I Said Drifters They Don't Step In Mud Puddles For Fear They'll Fill It Up With Their Own Blood I Said Drifters They Don't Step In Mud Puddles For Fear They'll Fill It Up With Their Own Blood I Got A Pocket Knife My Daddy Gave Me When I Was 20 I Found This Dusty Old Hat Here At 25 The Years Of My Living Add Up To Plenty But I Doubt I'll Ever Make It To 29
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in These Familiar Streets I Used To Tread I See Only Shadows And Demons Instead Constant Reminders Of The Sins That I've Made Blood That I've Lost And The Price I've Paid
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