(D. Henley, G. Frey, T. Nexon) Well, I can see those shadows facin, And the stars all shinin down. Well I can hear the night wind howlin It's a high and lonesome sound. And I ain't had a woman in so long I need to feed my starvin soul. Come on, saddle up boys, we're gonna ride into town, We're gonna get a little out of control. There's a card game in the corner, And the barmaid smiled at me, Well I tipped her a silver dollar, And she brought me a drink for free. Well, the townfolks call her the cheap one, And the gamblers call her Flo, Come on, saddl'em up again, I got me a friend, And I think I'm gettin out of control. She's good and warm, Mild and calm, I've got news, try and find and warn. Well if anybody's lookin for trouble You know I'm the one you want to try, Well you might name the man who wants you, And I don't care who or why. You got your gamblers on the story You got no guts, you get no glory. And I bet my money on an ace in the hole Think I'm gettin out of control. You got it now. Where's my baby, where did she go, men?
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