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Album: Golden Classics Edition

When You're Hot, You're Hot

Well me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens, winnin' all them pots
My luck was so good I could do no wrong
I jest kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones
And finally they jest threw up their hands and said
When you hot, you hot
I said Yeah?

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again
When you're hot, you're hot
(La la la la la la la) (La la la la la)
(La la la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot)

Well, now every time I rolled them dice I'd win
And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again
When I heard somethin' behind me
I turned around and there was a big old cop
He said Hello, boys and then he gave us a grin 'n' said
Look like I'm gonna hafta haul you all in
And keep all that money for evidence
I said, Well, son when you hot, you hot
He said Yeah

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
You can 'splain it all down at City Hall
I say, yeah, when you're hot, you're hot
You're hot
(La la la la la la la) (La la la la la)
(La la la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot)

Well, when he took us inta court I couldn't believe my eyes
The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized
I said Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal
I'll pay ya that hundred I owe ya if you'll get me outta this spot
So he gave my friends a little fine to pay
He turned around and grinned at me and said
Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot
'N' I said Thanks a lot

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me
He said Well, when you're hot, you're hot

I said, Well I'll tell ya one thing judge, old buddy, old pal
If you wasn't wearin' that black robe I'd take out in back of this courthouse
And I'd try a little bit of your honor on
You understand that, you hillbilly?
Who gonna collect my welfare?
(When you're hot, you're hot)
Pay for my Cadillac?
Whadda you mean 'contempt of court'?
(When you're hot, you're hot)
Judge

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