时间：2014-05-19
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Bowie Knife (Remastered) - Frankie laine
Written by：Edward Truman/Mike Oatman
I got off the riverboat in New Orleans
In the spring of 82
I walked into a gambling house
As gamblers often do
I had myself a drink
And I joined in a poker game
The dealer was a woman
So I asked her for her name
She smiled at me so pretty
But a hush fell over the place
As a big man crossed the table
Stood up and slapped my face
Bowie knife Bowie knife
Long glitterin' steel
If my gun don't take your evil life
You can bet my Bowie knife will
I had my choice of weapons on
Which would depend my life
I chose a set of pistols
And a long old Bowie knife
I met him by the river by
The light of the rising sun
Was I prepared to fight him
I feared my time had come
Bowie knife Bowie knife
Long glitterin' steel
If my gun don't take your evil life
You can bet my Bowie knife will
As we stood back to
Back there on the doolin' green
I cursed the fate that had brought me
To the town of New Orleans
The referee started counting
The paces one by one
When I heard him say twenty
I turned and fired my gun
I kNew at once I'd missed
And I waited there in fear as
The stranger aimed and fired
But the bullet went by my ear
He threw away his pistol and drew his Bowie knife
I kNew that razor edge would soon snap off my life
But somehow luck was with me
And my weapon found his side
He lay there on the doolin' ground
Then he cursed me as he died
Bowie knife Bowie knife
Long glitterin' steel
If my gun don't take your evil life
You can bet my Bowie knife will
You can bet my Bowie knife will
You can bet my Bowie knife will
