Heâs a small town gambler with a back-pack full of cashOverdue depth in Vegas, bound to jump the lashHe pulled a loaded 45 when his chips went downâNow watch him burn his green in the joints all over townGamblinâ- ramblinâ his heart starts tremblingWhen the police knocked he was out to lunchWell, if you take it, donât break it, watch it if you shake itTough guys donât dance even if they get a chanceLeft-right-shoe-shine-shuffleFace to the wall with your hands handcuffledToo late to realize, you ainât no fortunate sonAnd itâs bye-bye-JohnnyJust another opportunity goneHeâs a low rider with a red-hot-topWatch him cruisinâ down the strip like heâs never gonna stopHe got it all wrong when the dealer said: âthis car is hot, boyâHe meant the license not the rig the foolâs now gotReelinâ, wheelinâ, chasinâ down the highway20 miles outta town they brought the sucker downsued and busted, his olâfolks are disgustedand the judge and the jury sing that same olâsongLeft-right-shoe-shine-shuffleFace to the wall with your hands handcuffledToo late to realize, you ainât no fortunate sonAnd itâs bye-bye-JohnnyJust another opportunity gone