00:03In a dusty town called Mariba, there's a tale to be told
00:07At the Dunlop Hotel, where the nights never grow old
00:12A small man with a queue, under dim barroom light
00:16He's the pool hustler, taking on all comers tonight
00:20Two large black men, his shadow's a mite
00:24They stand by his side, keeping things tight
00:28Tobacco pickers gather, paychecks clutched in hand
00:32They need to spend their hard-earned money in this gambling land
00:36Rolling balls on war now fell, the stakes sky high
00:40A thousand dollars a game, no room for a lie
00:44Cold beers flow freely as best at all
00:48In the Dunlop Hotel, where the money do fall
00:52From the first break to the last, the tension runs thick
00:56Shots fall in silence, each one clean and slick
01:01His eyes fixed, steady as stone
01:05This pool hustler's realm, his territory is known
01:16From the first break to the last, the tension runs thick
01:20Shots fall in silence, each one clean and slick
01:25His eyes fixed, steady as stone
01:29This pool hustler's realm, his territory is known
01:33The fingers cheer loud as the clock strikes ten
01:37Some hopeful, some wary, but I'll try in again
01:41The small man just smiles, with cards close to his chest
01:46At the Dunlop Hotel, he's proven he's the best
01:50Rolling balls on war now fell, the stakes sky high
01:54A thousand dollars a game, no room for a lie
01:58Cold beers flow freely as best at all
02:02In the Dunlop Hotel, where the money do fall
02:13Rolling balls on war now fell, the stakes sky high
02:18A thousand dollars a game, no room for a lie
02:22Cold beers flow freely as best at all
02:26In the Dunlop Hotel, where the money do fall
02:37The money do fall
02:39The money do fall
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