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I took a chance, I rolled the dice not knowing what would come
I went all in and lost it all, now I'm on the run
I'm writing this to let you know tomorrow I'll be gone
I've loved so many women, but only been in love with one
I'm writing this to let you know that I'm alive and well
I met a girl in Omaha and I thought that I should tell
She makes me feel alive when she invites me to her bed
But when I lie awake at night it's you that's in my head
I saw a car the other day, I recognized the driver
I reached into my pocket and I pulled out my revolver
I pulled the trigger, shot him dead, right there in the street
And as I ran my heart was moving faster than my feet
I'm writing this to let you know that I'm alive and well
From concrete walls and iron bars inside a prison cell
I have to ask a favor
I do not mean to bother
But promise me you won't tell our son about his father



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Writer(s): Frank Mcgoldrick
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