Webb Wilder - Meet Your New Landlord lyrics

Meet Your New Landlord Neon lights don't never dim In the kind of bars that never close In a back room game T. Jim yells "Saint Gabriel, I'm gonna steal the show." He slapped his cards down on the table Said, "Boys, I got me a winning hand." But the sight that made old T. Jim tremble Was the king that took his land Mister, meet your new landlord Heard you knockin' upon my door Mister, meet your new landlord Plenty of room down on the floor With a ticket burning in his hand And the tip still ringing in his ear Big Pete bet his whole life savings As the race was drawing near A shot was fired The gates flew open The years streaked right before his eyes Too bad they were riding on a saddle from the moment of ill advice Mister, meet your new landlord I heard you knockin' upon my door Mister, meet your new landlord Plenty of room down on the floor Other names and other places Different rules, but it's all the same Cause If that bug ever bites you The scar will bear you shame Hey listen, son, you know you're in trouble When you wake up one morning in a daze And as you peer into the mirror The face leaning over says Mister, meet your new landlord I heard you knockin' upon my door Mister, meet your new landlord Got plenty of room down on the floor Mister, meet your new landlord I heard you knockin' upon my door Mister, meet your new landlord Plenty of room down on the floor Hey, mister, meet your new landlord. Whooo