Seven or Eleven
Hank Locklin Lyrics


A seven or eleven that would put me high
But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye
Well once I had a woman who lived just for me
But a pair of these old shining dice made us disagree
I should have been a farmer we've got along just fine
But I couldn't resist these old dice and a jug of warm red wine
A seven or eleven I could make the bar
But it would be just my luck to roll an old boxcar
[ fiddle - steel ]
Well a woman is like the ocean that flows so deep and wide
Someday she'll take a notion and leave you on the other side
Well a seven or eleven that would put me high
But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye

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Brasilian Rose

Great a song about Seven Eleven has he got one for Starbucks sorry thats not funny nice oldie Thanks Marcus,Keith