Cold Sweat

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 pretty slim

I've been so lucky on the inside

I feel I'm going to 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 my 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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written by LYNOTT, PHILIP PARRIS / SYKES, JOHN JAMES

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