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I put my money in the suitcase And headed for the big race I felt a chill on my backbone As I hung up the telephone Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win pays double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat
They say chances on the outside Are looking very slim I've been so lucky on the inside I feel I'm gonna win Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat
I've got a whole month's wages I haven't seen that much in ages I might spend it in stages And move out to Las Vegas Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win pays double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat I put money in the suitcase They say chances on the outside I've got a whole month's wages Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Stone cold crazy, place another bet
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