A seven or eleven that would put me high
But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye
Well once I had a woman who lived just for me
But a pair of these old shining dice made us disagree
I should have been a farmer we've got along just fine
But I couldn't resist these old dice and a jug of warm red wine
A seven or eleven I could make the bar
But it would be just my luck to roll an old boxcar
[ fiddle - steel ]
Well a woman is like the ocean that flows so deep and wide
Someday she'll take a notion and leave you on the other side
Well a seven or eleven that would put me high
But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye
But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye
Well once I had a woman who lived just for me
But a pair of these old shining dice made us disagree
I should have been a farmer we've got along just fine
But I couldn't resist these old dice and a jug of warm red wine
A seven or eleven I could make the bar
But it would be just my luck to roll an old boxcar
[ fiddle - steel ]
Well a woman is like the ocean that flows so deep and wide
Someday she'll take a notion and leave you on the other side
Well a seven or eleven that would put me high
But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye