Dublin Creek Lyrics - Singles - Marty Falle

I wont tell you what Im thinking 

Youll just have to guess what I got on my mind 

Might be four of a kind, keep u guessin. 

Ive been waitin' to play you since I left Deadwood, South Dakota 

And bet one more last hand at Dublin Creek 

They tell me youre the master of the cheatin' game 

They tell me youre the king of the Sleight-of-hand 

Palm Cards, Stack a deck, keep dealing those secondsHey 

I see you brought your cappers, lookin for soul to rob 

Im glad we got to meet at Dublin Creek 

I dont know what u got hidden 

I know my Aces have got you dead to rights 

Yea, I come a long, long way 

And I didnt come to play 

Make ya famous here at Dublin Creek 

Just in case you missed my name 

They called me Wild Bill 

Gonna make ya famous here Dublin Creek 

I know what your thinkin Im just another player 

You got me pegged as a drifter fresh from out of town 

Ready to take me down, Take my money 

But I got some news for you at the end of this losing streak 

Gonna make ya famous here in Dublin Creek 

I see jacks but I dont know what you got hidden 

Ill just fold for now, and make you feel like youre winning 

We got a long one here tonight at Dublin Creek 

We got one last hand! No bottom dealing 

Youve been a big stack bully, since the night began! 

Nothing in my hand, one broken ace and a snowman. 

Gonna make u famous here at Dublin creek 

But I went all in - old George must have thought I committed a cardinal sin, 

Loved my strange technique 

Stealin Easy money from a sucker at Dublin Creek 

George showed a full boat ;a couple J-Birds with aces high 

And he started laughin thinkin he got by 

Until he saw my Colt 45, start sweatin 

I said George, on behalf of all the good honest people that you cheat 

I wish you fond farewell from Dublin Creek 

Rest in peace