Sweet Slow Shuffle

Let me tell you a little story, one I think you should know
'Bout a desperado and his woman from south New Mexico
They rode into Santa Fe wearing the gray moonlight
When they suddenly realized they had no money for the night
But their confidence rose upon sight of a saloon
Full of lonely-hearted men who’d been drinking since noon
And with liquor in the front there must be poker in the rear
Their problems were solved, the smell of cash so near

The stakes were high and the time was right
All eyes upon her but the desperado's
All she had to do was the

Sweet, slow shuffle
Sweet, slow shuffle
Her hair was a storm, her sex was the wind, flying high, yeah
She's carnal sin, untouchable fire, soul desire, yeah

While the woman was dancing the men forgot about their cash
The desperado seized the moment by sneaking off with their stash
A professional he was at the game of deception
He moved so fast in silence there were never any questions
The seduction was over and yet they screamed for more
But he was in the clear, already through the backdoor
Just one second longer she kept their attention on lust
Before she rushed outside leaving behind a whirl of dust

The desperado said it’s time we move on
So they headed west toward the gold rush towns
Where she could do her

Sweet, slow shuffle
Sweet, slow shuffle
Her hair was a storm, her sex was the wind, flying high, yeah
She's carnal sin, untouchable fire, soul desire, yeah

Sweet, slow shuffle
Sweet, slow shuffle
Sweet, slow shuffle
Sweet, slow shuffle

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Sweet, slow shuffle
Sweet, slow shuffle