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de Ian Tyson

Never hit seventeen When you play against the dealer You know that the odds Won't ride with you Never leave your woman alone With your friends around to steal her She'll be gambled and gone Like summer wages And we'll keep rollin on Till we get to Vancouver And the lady that I love Shes living there Its been six long months And more since I've seen her Maybe she's gambled and gone Like summer wages
In all the beer parlors All down along Main Steet The dreams of the season Are spilled down on the floor All the big stands of timber Wait there just for fallin' The hookers stand watchfully Waitin by the door I'm going to work on them towboats With my slippery city shoes Lord I swore I would never do that again Through the great fog bound straights Where the cedars stand waitin I'll be lost and gone Like summer wages
Never hit seventeen When you play against the dealer You know that the odds Won't ride with you Never leave your woman alone With your friends around to steal her She'll be gambled and gone Like summer wages And the years are gambled and lost Like summer wages

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