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When You're Hot, You're Hot Karaoke

Jerry Reed

LåttextWhen You're Hot, You're Hot

Son

Well now me and Homer Jones

and Big John Talley

Had a big crap game

goin' back in the alley

And I kept rollin' them sevens

Ha ha

Winnin' all them pots

My luck was so good

I could do no wrong

I just kept on rollin' and

controllin' them bones

Fin'lly they just threw up their

hands and said

When you're hot you're 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

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 ole cop

He said hello boy

Then he gave us a grin

Said looks like I'm gonna

have to haul you all in

And keep all that money

for evidence I said well son

When you're hot

You're 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 said yeah when you're hot

You're hot

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

into 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 you that hundred

I owe you

If you get me out of 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're hot

You're hot

And I said thanks a lot

When you're hot

You're hot

And when you're not

You're not

You 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 tell you

one thing judge

Old buddy old pal

If you wasn't wearin' that

black robe

I'd take you out back of

this courthouse

And I'd try a little bit of you

on my own

You understand that

You hillbilly

Who's gonna collect

my welfare

Pay for my Cadillac

Whadda ya mean

Contempt of court

Judge

Oh judge

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Jerry Reed