Текст (слова) песни: Hank Locklin - Seven Or Eleven
A seven or eleven that would put me high But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye Well once I had a woman who lived just for me But a pair of these old shining dice made us disagree I should have been a farmer we`ve got along just fine But I couldn`t resist these old dice and a jug of warm red wine A seven or eleven I could make the bar But it would be just my luck to roll an old boxcar [ fiddle - steel ] Well a woman is like the ocean that flows so deep and wide Someday she`ll take a notion and leave you on the other side Well a seven or eleven that would put me high But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye
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