Текст: Graziano Romani. Cold Hard Cash.

Well, I stopped for the night in a neon-lit gamblin' town
Lookin' for a bed, just wanna lay myself down
Well, I checked my bags and I went for a walk down the block
Then from out of the lights
Rolled a triple snake-eyes
And they don't wanna let me go...

Gotta get my hands on cold hard cash
I'm up to my neck in debts, and so
I gotta find some cold hard cash
I'm down on my luck tonight - cold hard cash!

Now the one-armed bandit held me down with a wrestling hold
While Keno and Blackjack robbed my silver and gold
And the roulette lady, she blew me a long last kiss
From out of the lights
Rolled a triple snake-eyes
And they ain't gonna let me go...

Gotta get my hands on cold hard cash
'Cause I'm up to my neck in debts, so
I've got to find some cold, hard cash
I'm down on my luck tonight - - cold hard cash!