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I left my home in Tennessee, doctor said cold air was bad for me. I got my truck, and I got Nadine, and Nadine, well, she’s got me. And I’ll tell you ‘bout the boys goin’ down to the boat, I’ll tell you ‘bout the Valu-Rite back at home. And I’ll tell I’m afraid to be alone, but I’ll never say that the Devil’s won.
Have you been down the boat? All the silver running through it, I don’t know how it keeps afloat.
It’s 80 miles to Tunica, 550 to the Gulf, and I never in my whole life have seen fog that tastes like salt. And I guess it’s nice down here, but I miss my home up north, and I’d rather die in Tennessee than wither on some shore.
Have you been down the boat? All the silver running through it, I don’t know how it keeps afloat.
It takes a worried man, Lord, to sing a worried song, and I guess I’m worried now but I won’t be worried long. I been gamblin’ all my life, but never with a dime. The only thing I wagered was my love and time. In that sense, every man’s a gamblin’ man, you gotta know when enough’s enough. When to fold, when to cheat, and when to call the Devil’s bluff. And you can buy a tank of gas, but Lord knows you can’t buy time, so I won’t stop pickin’ up silver ‘til I slumber in the pines.
Have you been down the boat? All the silver running through it, I don’t know how it keeps afloat.
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