• Written By: Richard James
• Lyrics By: Richard James

His name was Cucamonga Carl he had a heart of gold
He drove a beat up old pinto that he wish he had sold
And when you walked in his apartment, it smelled like mold
And then he sat me on the couch this was the story he told

I almost made it to the top when I was 21
I grabbed my last 20 dollar bill went lookin for fun
So I drove all night until the morning sun
And I ended up in Vegas tryin to go on a run
Next thing you know I was throwing he dice
Without a care in the world hopin he numbers were nice
I said a prayer to mother, and looked to to the sky
I wasn't gonna lose with Lady Luck on my side

I'm on a roll lookin down at my stack
I'm on the wheel bettin heavy on black
The pit boss just came and comped me a suite
It's now or never time to turn up the heat

(Jam 1)

Now there's a devil on my shoulder tellin me what to do
stick around and keep it rollin better... see it through
I gotta keep it together or I'll, hit the wall
Or drive home on an empty tank with, nothin at all

I went back to the room, tried to lay in the sack
But I could hear the cards shuffling, they were callin me back
So I grabbed all my paper headed, towards the door
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm lookin for more

I'm at the high roller table and I'm feelin alive
Lookin down at my watch and it's a quarter to five
So I start bettin heavy I got money to burn
Got a straight on the flop and I'm all in on the turn

It's 1 on 1 and I'm readin the cues
All on the line and I got nothin to lose
5th streets got a spade and a 10,
Flush on the table I got rivered again

(Screams and Jam)