Lyrics
Swingin' By My Neck
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Words: Scotty Dimond & Vernon Service Music: Vernon Service It was getting late and I had one hand to go I was sure I'd win the loot and go on home Then in walked Bernie McGee from south The man with eyes as black as coal He threw down his money n' said I'm in the next hand I tried to argue but he smiled like the damned I threw down my cards but he just lit up a smoke And said "You'll never beat my hand..." Chorus: When I awoke this mornin' I was dead Had a rope around my throat Canvas bag upon my head It seems that I'd been drinkin' Lost a bet But don't leave me there In the city square Swingin' by my neck Well the cards they kept a-dealing and old Bernie kept a-stealin' The games like I was givin' them for free I kept on a-losing an' he kept on a-winning This game was taking its toll on me I order a drink and maybe ten or fifty more I was losing my senses with my gold Old Bernie kept grinning like the devil when he's winning I knew that my soul had been stole Chorus So when the clock struck twelve it turned hotter than hell And I could see the fire in ol' Bernies soul He'd won another hand, just like the bastard planned And I was 200 bucks in the hole Bernie laughed and said "Let's make this a game, Put our lives on the table" and I stalled Something inside me made me tell him "I'm in..." And then in seconds flat ol' Bernie called Chorus (spoken) Well I kicked over the table and I went for his throat Like a demon with eyes a full of fire I called him on his game, cursed his crooked crooked game Called that son-of-a-bitch a cheat, a goddamn a liar Well ol' Bernie had won so I drew out my gun I stared into his evil eyes of black I tightened on the trigger with my itchy drinkin' finger And told him that I wanted it all back He told me I had lost at such a heavy heavy cost Now I was to pay the piper at dawn I shook my head no and said "One of us must go..." But the rest is a whiskey flavoured fog Chorus | ||||
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