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As I write this letter to you darlin'I can't hold the teardrops from my eyesFor at sundown I will lay a-dyin'At the door of the Fool's ParadiseRode into this cattle town this mornin'Left my burro to check the market priceAnd I walked into the nearest barroomThey call it the Fool's ParadiseThere the crowd was gay and girls were dancin'And the men were playin' cards and diceSo I stepped up to the bar to join themWhat a grand place this Fool's ParadiseIt was then I showed to them your pictureI passed it around once or twiceThen a man insulted your sweet honourAt the bar of the Fool's ParadiseSo I slapped his face and I told him, I says"You eat them words Mister, or draw, that's my advice"And he said, "Well, somebody might get hurt insideBut I'll be glad to meet you in the street at sundownAt sundown in front of the Fool's Paradise"So goodbye my darlin', may God bless youI go to make this sacrificeAnd if ever you visit old Dodge CityRemember the Fool's Paradise Aus Songtexte Mania