Call the Dr. - The Men

Sick and tired as a dog

Hiding out in the fog

But if memory were to burn off the haze

I’d surely be killed in the sun

Showed up in my very best clothes

To meet my foes

Sniffed a trap when the dice rolled

They pretended I wasn’t even there

See Mary and Jimmy

Took my share of the money

And I rode east to the diamond mines

To get mine and settle down easy

Sing me a song 'fore I die

I’d be a fool to try

I never could satisfy

And my voices drowned in the sand

They tracked me to the gate

Outflanked my escape

And I fell on that bag of money

Bleedin' out on the stairs

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