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You won't need that drink of water, no moreAnd you won't need that fine young stallion, no more, not any moreYou won't see your brown-eyed daughter, no more, not any moreAnd you won't need that silver dollar, no more, not any moreBaby baby, I believe, my times nearly throughNo comforts of life, maybe maybe, this time my lucks overdueYou've been pushin' for too long, misterBut you won't gain, no you won't gainAnd now your blood boy, is gonna flow through your veinsYou're gonna feel the pain, you're gonna feel the pain, whoaBaby baby, I believe, my times nearly throughNo comforts of life, maybe maybe, this time my lucks overdueThere's no sorrow when your life is overAnd my maker is about to callIt seems the night is gettin' cold and lonelyStill I'm feelin' no feelin' at allAny more, ooh, any more From Letras Mania