The other night, I was thinking back
To the games we used to play
I recall the feel of a rainy street
That they long since hauled away
A Lone Star pistol and muddy jeans
And a packet of cigarettes
Dent a hole in the wall with the girly magazines
To stop them getting wet
But the older you get, the bigger you bet
The further you set your stars
You're gonna need a little extra
Extra
Just a nothing guy on a nothing street
But he sure was a friend of mine
Till he hit a bad deal and he started to steal
And then he strayed from the narrow line
He took a .45 pistol and a hell of a chance
And he set out to pull the brake
A shot rang clear through a rainy street
But there was no money to take
Yes, the older you get, the bigger you bet
The further you set your stars
You’re gonna need a little extra
Extra
Extra (Extra)
Extra
To the games we used to play
I recall the feel of a rainy street
That they long since hauled away
A Lone Star pistol and muddy jeans
And a packet of cigarettes
Dent a hole in the wall with the girly magazines
To stop them getting wet
But the older you get, the bigger you bet
The further you set your stars
You're gonna need a little extra
Extra
Just a nothing guy on a nothing street
But he sure was a friend of mine
Till he hit a bad deal and he started to steal
And then he strayed from the narrow line
He took a .45 pistol and a hell of a chance
And he set out to pull the brake
A shot rang clear through a rainy street
But there was no money to take
Yes, the older you get, the bigger you bet
The further you set your stars
You’re gonna need a little extra
Extra
Extra (Extra)
Extra
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