A whiskey bottle sits upon the table, drownin' by the pound and I have a nervous heart.
A dealer dealin' good fate or misfortune, will have you sweatin' bullets for the right card.
The unexpected fear will come to haunt you like a breath of darkness ridin' in the wind, and it will drag you to the bowels of evil, pretty wild bills, cursed, doesn't ride again.


A deadman's hand, a deadman's fate, hold them once and you may never escape.
A deadman's hand, a deadman's fate, everybody fears the Aces and Eights.


A loaded gun hidin' underneath the table ready for the trigger in case you might go down.
You'll either come out standin' like a winner or lyin' in a pine box six feet underground.


A deadman's hand, a deadman's fate, hold them once and you may never escape.
A deadman's hand, a deadman's fate, everybody fears the Aces and Eights.


A deadman's hand, a deadman's fate, hold them once and you may never escape.
A deadman's hand, a deadman's fate, everybody fears the Aces and Eights