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Walk On Hot CoalsWell I lost my shirt at a card game in which I never had a chanceWell I lost my shirt at a card game in which I never had a chance The deck was marked, the game was rigged, You could not tell at a glance. Well, Lost my job on the weekend and I was back out on the street Well, I lost my job on the weekend and I was back out on the streets No way to get a dollar, but I spent it at the roulette wheel Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails. Well I spent it all down at the race track All the way my horsre led the field Well I spent it all down at the race track All the way my horse led the field But it was a hoax, the mare was doped, A length to win she… |