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I RAISE MY OLD TIN CUP, AND TOAST TO THE TIMES..SON SPARE ME A QUARTER OR MAYBE A DIME..THEN TAKE A GOOD LOOK WHAT BAD LUCK CAN DO, TO A MAN THAT ONCE THOUGHT, HE HAD NOTHING TO LOOSE..I GREW UP IN GEORGIA A POOR BOY WITH DREAMS, MARRIED MY SWEETHEART WHEN I TURNED EIGHTEEN..WE DROVE OUT TO VEGAS, IN MY OLDS 82..FOLKS SAID WE WHERE LUCKY, HAD NOTHING TO LOOSE..I EMPTIED MY POCKETS SAID HIT ME AGAIN..THAT CARD HOLDS THE FUTURE FOR TWO LONELY KIDS..BUT I LOST MY LITTLE BABY, TO BLACKJACK AND BOOZE..NOW WITH NOTHING TO LIVE FOR, I GOT NOTHING TO LOOSE..NOW YOU'VE HEARD MY STORY, AND I SWEAR LORD IT'S TRUE..WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, CAN HAPPEN TO YOU..THE DEALERS A DEVIL, AND WHEN HE GETS THROUGH..YOU'LL SELL YOUR OWN SOUL, WITH NOTHING TO LOOSE.