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As I write this letter to you, Darlin' |
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I can't hold the teardrops from my eyes |
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For at sundown I will lay a-dyin' |
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At the door of the Fool's Paradise |
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Rode into this cattle town this morning |
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Left my bearer to check the market price |
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And I walked into the nearest bar room |
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They call it the Fool's Paradise |
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There the crowd was gay and girls were dancing |
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And the men were playing cards and dice |
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So I stepped up to the bar to join them |
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What a grand place, this Fool's Paradise |
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It was then I showed to them your picture |
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I passed it around once or twice |
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Then a man insulted your sweet honor |
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At the bar of the Fool's Paradise |
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So I slapped his face and I told him,I said, |
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"You eat them words, Mister, or draw, that's my advice" |
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And he said, "Well somebody might get hurt inside, |
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But I'll be glad to meet you in the street at sundown, |
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At sundown in front of the Fool's Paradise" |
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So goodbye my darlin', may God bless you |
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I go to make this sacrifice |
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And if ever you visit old Dodge City |
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Remember the Fool's Paradise |