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Fate With A Capital F

This song is by Joe Ely.

Too many cigarettes, too many cheap regrets
Too much whiskey but I'll never fret
I got money to burn
Fate with a capital F
Ah, she doesn't budge

Too many stinkin' hotels
Too many sinkin' spells
I ain't been to bed, I ain't goin' yet
I got money for love
And fate with a capital F

Ah, she doesn't budge
She doesn't budge
Hey, hold it a minute, ghost
Hey boys, everybody, try this

She ain't gonna budge
You can see it for yourself
Oh, you be the judge
Fate with a capital F

Looking out of boxcar doors
Wondering where I'm heading for
I woke up this morning in New Orleans

Looking back at the same old town
Same old things I never found
Headed for some place I've never seen

She ain't gonna budge
You can see it for yourself
You be the judge
Fate with a capital F

Too many cigarettes, too many cheap regrets
Face to face with the bottom of the bottle again
It'll never take her place, even whiskey can't erase
Memories of the way things might gave been

She ain't gonna budge
You can see it for yourself
Ah, you be the judge
Fate with a capital F

She ain't gonna budge
You can see it for yourself
You be the judge
Fate with a capital F

Yeah, you be the judge

Written by:

Butch Hancock; Joe Ely; Terry Allen

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