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Our take on the old cow poke classic

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Verse 1
Belching fire on a motorcycle ride,
barreling into town on a full moon night
The Biker was a whiskey, card playing man
always had a gun, in his hand.

The Gambler was a no good, bastard thief,
had a pair of aces always up his sleeve.
Quick with his wits and faster with his guns,
dealt in the Biker, playing five card stud.

Chorus

There was blood on the saddle, there was blood on the ground,
another man dead, another man gone

Verse 2

The last two standing at closing time,
stakes were higher than a Georgia pine
The Biker felt cheated,
and the Gambler knew why.

The Biker flipped that table, up in the air.
Money, cards, and chips flew every where.
The Biker drew fast, but not fast enough.
The Gambler shot him twice before he shot once.

credits

from Iron Range Outlaw Brigade, track released July 1, 2015
(K. Kjenaas)

Kirk: guitar and vocals
John: 10 string pedal steel
Fred: bass
Glen: drums

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Iron Range Outlaw Brigade Minnesota

Shit kicking, dirty, cow-punk from the Great Northwoods of Minnesota! "We're more bitter than a shot of Wild Turkey 101!"

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