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Rank this week: 29 (↑9)
Duration: 2:19 
Release Date: 1970  (sav-man) 
Lyrics By: Jerry R. Hubbard (sav-man) 
Music By: Jerry R. Hubbard (sav-man) 
Produced By: Chet Atkins (sav-man) 
Released By: RCA Records (sav-man) 
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  • Reached #9 on the BILLBOARD charts in May 1971. (sav-man)
  • Song 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' them sevens and winnin' all them pots
    My luck was good. I could do no wrong
    I just kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones
    Fin'ly 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 la la when you're hot, you're hot)

    Well, now every time I rolled 'em dice, I'd win
    And I would just get 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" and 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, "When you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
    You can 'splain it all down at city hall. When you're hot you're hot"
    (La la 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 could 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 friend a little fine to pay
    He turned around and grinned at me and said,
    "Ninety days Jerry. When you're hot, you're hot." I said, "Thanks a lot"

    When you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
    You let my friend go free and threw 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 pick you up by this courthouse
    And I'd try a little bit of you on my own, you understand that
    Do you hear me who's gonna collect my welfare? Take over my Cadillac?"
    (I B Emerson)
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    Current Rating 9.8 (6 votes)
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