Koe Wetzel – 9 Lives Black Cat (Guitar)

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   Here we go

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There's a storm brewin' in a pool hall down in Houston

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Where some poor old boy's 'bout to get his teeth knocked out

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In the bathroom it was snowin', drip so good it had me chokin'

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Plus a fifth of cheap tequila so you better watch out

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I've got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice

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People seem to lose their luck when I come around

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I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags, flatlined twice just to come right back

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God blessed me, the first eight didn't count

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Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down

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Lost the first one to a dealer, lost the second one to a preacher

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And three and four to the twins that live next door

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Well, at the fifth one I saw Heaven, married six on top of seven

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And I lost the eighth tryin' to be a rodeo clown

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Still got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice

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People seem to lose their luck when I come around

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I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags, flatlined twice just to come right back

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God blessed me, the first eight didn't count

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Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down

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Still got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice

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People seem to lose their luck when I come around

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I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags, flatlined twice just to come right back

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God blessed me, the first eight didn't count

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Still got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice

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People seem to lose their luck when I come around

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I've got a twelve pack and two dime bags, flatlined twice just to come right back

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God blessed me, the first eight didn't count

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Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down

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Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down