Текст песни Rule #15 - Four Aces - Fish in a Birdcage

Just another day on these old train tracks
Breakin' a sweat
While breakin' my back
Just a couple days on these old train tracks
On my way back home

Twenty something years of working in the sun
The days are hot
The days are long
Shackles, chains
Shovels and spades
Work me to the bone

No, I'm not innocent
And I would do it all again
The devil earned his sin
Wrapped in that worthless waste of skin

I'll never forgive him
I'll never forget
I'll never forgive him
For what he did

See, I used to be a gambler at the crack of noon
With piles of chips
At Sal's saloon
When my 4 aces beat his straight
He tried to take my life

That son of a bitch
The roach of a man
Drew his gun, and changed my plans
From livin' life easy to a life behind chains
He shot my woman down

No, I'm not innocent
And I would do it all again
The devil earned his sin
Wrapped in that worthless waste of skin

I'll never forgive him
I'll never forget
I'll never forgive him
For what he did

Just another day on these old train tracks
Breakin' a sweat
While breakin' my back
Just a couple days on these old train tracks
On my way back home

Twenty something years of working in the sun
The days are hot
The days are long
Shackles, chains,
Shovels and spades
Work me to the bone

They work me to the bone
They work
Me to
The bone