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With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollarI'm a lucky son of a gunWherever I go I guess you knowI tip my hat to noneWith a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollarI'm a lucky son of a gun.I'm just a rollin' stone, I wander on my own,And always take my own adviceI've travelled every trail, and never been in jailCos I've deserved it once or twiceMy horse has been my pal, but once I met a gal,And thought a kiss would be no crimeI darn near lost my life, she was the sheriff's wife,I just got out of town in time.With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollarI'm a lucky son of a gunWherever I go I guess you knowI tip my hat to noneWith a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollarI'm a lucky son of a gun.Songtexte(Short Musical Break)Now when I leave a town and get to beddin' downI kinda wink up at the starsNobody knows my name, they only know I cameAnd drank my weight in all the barsWith a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollarI'm a lucky son of a gunWherever I go I guess you knowI tip my hat to noneWith a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollarI'm a lucky son of a gun. Aus Songtexte Mania