Lyrics: High Rolling Man

Roll 'em in the morning, roll without no warning.
Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn,
you know that he could and he would,
He's a high rollin' man in a high rollin' neighborhood.

Roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em,
Roll em, roll 'em, roll 'em.
Don't do much good,
but good Lord, he could roll 'em.

Lord, he was a dreamer, hardly worth redeeming,
Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn,
you know that he was, Lord, he was,
But when it comes to his thumbs,
ain't a man who can do what he does.

Roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em,
Roll em, roll 'em, roll 'em.
Don't do much good,
but good Lord, he could roll 'em.

Roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em,
Roll em, roll 'em, roll 'em.
Don't do much good,
but good Lord, he could roll 'em.
Roll 'em.