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Joe Ely
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Fate With A Capital F
Lyricist:Butch Hancock, Joe Ely, Terry Allen
Too many cigarettes, too many cheap regrets Too much whiskey but I'll never fret I got money to burn Fate with a capital F Ah, she doesn't budge
Too many stinkin' hotels Too many sinkin' spells I ain't been to bed, I ain't goin' yet I got money for love And fate with a capital F
Ah, she doesn't budge She doesn't budge Hey, hold it a minute, ghost Hey boys, everybody, try this
She ain't gonna budge You can see it for yourself Oh, you be the judge Fate with a capital F
Looking out of boxcar doors Wondering where I'm heading for I woke up this morning in New Orleans
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Looking back at the same old town Same old things I never found Headed for some place I've never seen
She ain't gonna budge You can see it for yourself You be the judge Fate with a capital F
Too many cigarettes, too many cheap regrets Face to face with the bottom of the bottle again It'll never take her place, even whiskey can't erase Memories of the way things might gave been
She ain't gonna budge You can see it for yourself Ah, you be the judge Fate with a capital F
She ain't gonna budge You can see it for yourself You be the judge Fate with a capital F
Yeah, you be the judge
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