I put my money in a 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
They say chances on the outside
I feel so lucky on the inside
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose
I've got me 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
I put my money in a suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I got a whole months wages
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat