Kiss An Angel Good Mornin'

Album: Charley Pride Sings Heart Songs (1971)
Charted: 21
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  • Well me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley
    Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
    And I kept rollin' them sevens , winnin' all them pots
    My luck was so good I could do no wrong
    I jest kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones
    And finally they jest threw up their hands and said
    "When you hot, you 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 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" and then he gave us a grin 'n' said
    "Look like I'm gonna hafta haul you all in
    And keep all that money for evidence"
    I said, "Well, son when you hot, you hot"
    He said "Yeah"

    When you're hot, you're hot
    And when you're not, you're not
    You can 'splain it all down at City Hall
    I say, yeah, when you're hot, 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 inta 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 ya 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
    "Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot"
    'n' 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 I'd take out in back of this courthouse
    "And I'd try a little bit of your honor on"
    "You understand that, you hillbilly?"
    "Who gonna collect my welfare?"
    (When you're hot, you're hot")
    "Pay for my Cadillac?"
    Whadda you mean 'contempt of court'?"
    (When you're hot, you're hot")
    "Judge" Writer/s: Ben Peters
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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