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Just sit on down I'll stay right here Want more newspaper I've got plenty here I couldn't believe it when I read what I read I opened the letter and the damn thing said It said "You can be a winner and all you need is this Your name's got to be on this here list" And on the list of three winners of all that cash Number three was me, Dempsy Nash I tell you man, I've been had I was stung real hard I was set up bad April 8th was the date of that sting There's something to this numerology thing I had a few beers bought a Busch at the store I got hungry, ate dinner and I had a few more Then out on west 5th I had a little crash And the cops were on top of Dempsey Nash I've been fighting this thing for nine months now They say it's number four but I don't see how Two arrests in Waco in 79' And I don't remember being there at that time But I've got connections, I tell you somethin' I'm talkin' about networkin' And I don't mean no yuppie trash I mean good old boys like Dempsey Nash I buried my little Sister last year Only one kind of luck That I've come near But there's gotta be Some good luck, for me I think I might Have found the key I've got my own Private mailbox now I just need the what The when and the how And the envelopes will come Stuffed with cash All addressed To Dempsey Nash