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What I want, what I got Won't shine in an open lot What I have, what I need Is a taste for luxury greed I spend money like a waterfall Won and lost in the gambling brawl My shoes speak Italian style Out of fashion for a long long while The names have changed And the stories run This is the ballad of the left hand gun The names have changed But the story runs This is the ballad of the left hand gun Forty years he played guitar Forty years he hit up every bar I hear the champ is past his prime Lost it all on the spin of a dime I have a clock up on the wall Comes from China, don't tell the time at all Women came and women went Some were ugly and some heaven sent The names have changed SongtexteAnd the stories run This is the ballad of the left hand gun The names have changed It will run This is the ballad of the left hand gun All for nothing All for small change Here's for the glory Here's for the strange The names have changed And the stories run This is the ballad of the left hand gun The names have changed It will run This is the ballad of the left hand gun All for nothing All for small change Here's for the glory Here's for the strange Aus Songtexte Mania