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(Cummins, singing a bit panicky and uptempo)
You're smart enough to imagine what it's like You don't have to be a pig all your life If you deny this quarter million dollars offered you You'll wind up like that wreck you drive After a night of booze
Don't you think Mitchell, we could both be friends Listen to me, I'm coming out again I'm unarmed and I'm on my way And if you want to check the bag of money, you go ahead okay?
Don't you know I'm still standing, admitting that you've won Looking like a true compadre, but secretly I've got my gun I'm still standing after all this time Go ahead and check that quarter million, I tell you I don't mind
I'm still standing . . . yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing . . . yeah yeah yeah
Once I had every bit of hope to win Then you chased me with a copter killing my Benton That thing you dangled was meant to cut me down And if my frame was a bit taller, I'd be down by now
Don't you know I'm still standing, admitting that you've won Looking like a true compadre, but secretly I've got my gun I'm still standing after all this time Fingering the trigger of my gun, not knowing your behind
I'm still standing . . . yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing . . . yeah yeah yeah
I'm still standing . . . yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing . . . yeah yeah yeah
*POW!* |
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