.Back stabbing, Lord back talking
Fools running off at the mouth
When the big wind blows chilly and cold
The wise fool flies south
Livin' on beans and nicotine
And a tale my papa told
He said look the poor boy is going down
But I got an ace in the hole
I got an ac.
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