Danny & Dusty - Miracle Mile lyrics

name is Sally, that's five foot 3 lives down the alley from my brother and me Sally's got cla**, Sally's got style Sally's got no money on Miracle Mile Sam the Snake play long's you gain keep's his warm and workin in the rain she took the fall, he lost his last hand now I dont know if he's a woman or a man miracle mile every gambler needs a lucky break oh Lord how long will mine take got two hundred dollars on a fill in the fifth she don't live here, I better get out quick Herm the germs, a drifter at best he's gotta scar on his face tatto on his chest gotta gun in his booth a racer in his sleeve cause been sentenced to hell and no one leaves miracle mile you pray for the winners pray for losers too roll the dice and let turn the screw don't pray to the banker you just get a denial cause a person ain't worth nothing on miracle mile miracle mile yeah-yeah miracle mile