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Текст: Dwight Yoakam. I Wouldn't Put It Past Me.

I wouldn't put it past me
I wouldn't press my luck
If I were you I don't believe
I'd take that chance with love

A big chance you'll be taking
The wrong odds is what you're staking us on
And any love you wind up making
Won't pay back half of all we've lost

I wouldn't play so boldly
Or push a sure thing too long
'Cause your luck can get thin, bets not win
Then pretty soon love's up and gone

A big chance you'll be taking
The wrong odds is what you're staking us on
And any love you wind up making
Won't pay back half of all we've lost

So, I wouldn't put it past me

I wouldn't keep risking heartache
In any more games like these
'Cause there's a way to lose hard with every card
You'll find out on your knees

A big chance you'll be taking
The wrong odds is what you're staking us on
And any love you wind up making
Won't pay back half of all we've lost

So, I wouldn't put it past me

I wouldn't put it past me
I wouldn't press my luck
If I were you I don't believe
I'd take that chance with love

A big chance you'll be taking
The wrong odds is what you're staking us on
And any love you wind up making
Won't pay back half of all we've lost

I wouldn't put it past me