Won't you take my hand

Won't you be my friend

Take my advice, go away

When the days get short and the chips are down

Will you be there, will you stick around

And if thou shalt give

Thou shalt be deceived

This traveling band was not well received

No open arms or reception lines

Just handlebars wearing five-point stars

Am I living in your dream

We got the guns

A thousand to one, a thousand to one

He's the man, he's the man

He's the man who loved life

Served by different stories

Am I living in your dream

Pretty metal green

Can I ride upon your wings so free

In the canyon walls there's a trusty lot

The stakes were high

And the son was hot

You can rest assured as casinos rise

Buzz around my ears like the dragonflies

Am I living in your dream

We've got the guns

A thoughsand to one, a thousand to one

He's the man, he's the man

He's the man who loved life

Served by different shores

Am I living in your dream

Pretty metal green

Am I living in your dream so real

Heard a million stories

Am I living in your dream

Pretty metal green

Am I living in your dream...

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