| Song | Dead Man's Hand |
| Artist | Tora Tora |
| Album | Wild America |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You can keep on pushing | |
| But I know you’re never gonna fight | |
| You better keep on looking | |
| Cause it’s written down in black and white | |
| Seven come eleven you’re rolling snake eyes | |
| Every time you rill the dice | |
| There’s some good old blood | |
| I’d help if | |
| I could But don’t you know my hands are tied | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn’t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man’s hand | |
| The light in the tunnel is gonna be a rumbling train | |
| Loaded full of trouble | |
| The next stop has got your name | |
| You got a one-way ticket on a dead end track | |
| You take it on down the line | |
| Before you knew what hit ya | |
| You were flat on your back | |
| But you thought that you were doing alright | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn’t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man’s hand | |
| You stay on top, to get a roll | |
| You never stop, till you lose it all | |
| Yeah you was hot, | |
| But now you’re cold | |
| Watch another one take the fall | |
| You gonna deep on talking | |
| Hoping you can justify | |
| Tell your story when you’re walking | |
| Cause the wishing well is running dry | |
| You getting highs and lows | |
| And the lady knows you’re playing for your life | |
| You’re a dead man holding aces and eights | |
| And your luck’s fun out this time | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn’t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man’s hand | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn’t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man’s hand |
| You can keep on pushing | |
| But I know you' re never gonna fight | |
| You better keep on looking | |
| Cause it' s written down in black and white | |
| Seven come eleven you' re rolling snake eyes | |
| Every time you rill the dice | |
| There' s some good old blood | |
| I' d help if | |
| I could But don' t you know my hands are tied | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn' t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man' s hand | |
| The light in the tunnel is gonna be a rumbling train | |
| Loaded full of trouble | |
| The next stop has got your name | |
| You got a oneway ticket on a dead end track | |
| You take it on down the line | |
| Before you knew what hit ya | |
| You were flat on your back | |
| But you thought that you were doing alright | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn' t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man' s hand | |
| You stay on top, to get a roll | |
| You never stop, till you lose it all | |
| Yeah you was hot, | |
| But now you' re cold | |
| Watch another one take the fall | |
| You gonna deep on talking | |
| Hoping you can justify | |
| Tell your story when you' re walking | |
| Cause the wishing well is running dry | |
| You getting highs and lows | |
| And the lady knows you' re playing for your life | |
| You' re a dead man holding aces and eights | |
| And your luck' s fun out this time | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn' t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man' s hand | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn' t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man' s hand |
| You can keep on pushing | |
| But I know you' re never gonna fight | |
| You better keep on looking | |
| Cause it' s written down in black and white | |
| Seven come eleven you' re rolling snake eyes | |
| Every time you rill the dice | |
| There' s some good old blood | |
| I' d help if | |
| I could But don' t you know my hands are tied | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn' t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man' s hand | |
| The light in the tunnel is gonna be a rumbling train | |
| Loaded full of trouble | |
| The next stop has got your name | |
| You got a oneway ticket on a dead end track | |
| You take it on down the line | |
| Before you knew what hit ya | |
| You were flat on your back | |
| But you thought that you were doing alright | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn' t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man' s hand | |
| You stay on top, to get a roll | |
| You never stop, till you lose it all | |
| Yeah you was hot, | |
| But now you' re cold | |
| Watch another one take the fall | |
| You gonna deep on talking | |
| Hoping you can justify | |
| Tell your story when you' re walking | |
| Cause the wishing well is running dry | |
| You getting highs and lows | |
| And the lady knows you' re playing for your life | |
| You' re a dead man holding aces and eights | |
| And your luck' s fun out this time | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn' t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man' s hand | |
| You got your back to the wall | |
| Should you raise or call | |
| I wouldn' t take that chance | |
| You got the dead man' s hand |