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GIVE THE KID A BREAK - WHEN YOURE HOT YOURE HOT
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jerry Reed
Jerry Reed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Reed
Jerry Reed
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Reed
Jerry Reed
Recording Engineer
Chet Atkins
Chet Atkins
Producer

Lyrics

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' 'em sevens, and winnin' all 'em pots My luck was so good, I could do no wrong I just kept on rollin' and controllin' 'em bones Finally they jest 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, old cop He said, "Hello, boys," then he gave us a grin and said "Look like I'm gon' have to haul y'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 explain 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 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 "90 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 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 (when you're hot, you're hot) I'd take you out in back of this courthouse And I'd try a little bit of your honor on (when you're hot, you're hot) You understand that, you hillbilly? Who's gonna collect my welfare? (When you're hot, you're hot) Pay for my Cadillac? What do you mean Contempt of Court? (when you're hot, you're hot) Judge, oh, Judge!" (When you're hot, you're hot)
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