Aces & Eights from Grosspapa by Sycamore Smith

They must've stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
Cuz I could blow you right outta the human race
At a hundred and fifty yards
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I'll never leave a hole when I shoot ya
I'll use the holes that you already got
And at night I'll bunk down on the soft patch of ground
That pops up in your family plot
I can make a bullet turn a corner
I could put a bullet in a ghost
I could send a whole hail up to paradise
And pick the halos off the heavenly host
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They must've stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
Cuz I could shoot the eyes off a dragonfly's face
At a hundred and fifty yards
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I can dodge any bullet that you fire at me
I've never taken a hit and never will
The one time I ever missed a target
It was me that I was trying to kill
When I'm alone in my house I keep low to the ground
Every window and rat hole is boarded
I shot my way in and out of Alcatraz
And floated home on the body of the warden
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I stood with the Devil in a crowded theater
I was just a gun for hire
The Devil said "Wait for my signal"
And then the Devil shouted "Fire"
They say that I will end up in Hell
Well, first they gotta put me in the ground
But I was told by the Devil himself
He's gonna send me someplace further down
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They must've stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
Cuz I could shoot the tears off your widow's face
At a hundred and fifty yards
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They must've stacked the deck with aces and eights
When the fates dealt your hand of cards
Cuz I could shoot the cute off your baby's face
At a hundred and fifty yards

• Folk
• Marquette