"Miracle Mile" lyrics - DANNY & DUSTY

Name is Sally, that's five foot 3
Lives down the alley from my brother and me
Sally's got class, 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 don't 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