Soldiers Of Fortune The Outlaws (Southern Rock Band)

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Drivin' through a Reno dawn
I got my last clean blue jeans on
I'm runnin' hard, I'm runnin' fast
Runnin' outta money and gas

Cold silver, get hot
Lookin' for a prime nickel slot
A C-note and a tall Jack neat
I see a blackjack dealer to beat
And easy street

We are believers
We are the dreamers
We are the soldiers of fortune
We are believers
We are the dreamers
We are the soldiers of fortune
Oooh ooh ooh

Showin' seven, hidin' four
Hit me lady, need a little more
Just enough but not too much
I had a hunch
You had the delicate touch
Ooh ooh