Sanoja: Traffic. Dealer.

As the evening sun goes down
The Dealer shuffles into town
Makes a note of what's a float
And spinning 'round, he'll cut your throat

In the time it takes to heal
The Dealer's made another deal
When he plays, he plays for keeps
And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel

Dealer, Dealer

Like the mighty ocean's roar, he gets all his share and more
Mexican right to the core and very proud
[Incomprehensible] up the shore, he'll get even with the score
Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore

Between the desert and the dove
Money is his only love
Feeling nothing deep inside
His mind is governed by his pride

In a smoky little room
Shadows moving in the gloom
Someone turns a running flush
And breaks the deathly quiet hush

Dealer, Dealer
Dealer, Dealer
Dealer, Dealer
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