As the evening sun goes down

The Dealer shuffles into town

Makes a note of what's a float

And spinning 'round, he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal

The Dealer's made another deal

When he plays, he plays for keeps

And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, Dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar, he gets all his share and more

Mexican right to the core and very proud

[Incomprehensible] up the shore, he'll get even with the score

Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove

Money is his only love

Feeling nothing deep inside

His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room

Shadows moving in the gloom

Someone turns a running flush

And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, Dealer

Dealer, Dealer

Dealer, Dealer

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