OH LUCKY MAN
Seven come eleven
Praying bones shaking in your hands
Seven come eleven
Come out and party in the garden
Roll on the green of luck
Seven come eleven
Never boxcars
Twelve apostles is as bad
As snake-eyes
Always whisper its name
Bad luck loves a loser
Loaded dice too
I only throw winners
Seven come eleven
Bare bones knuckles
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