Slade

Well I ain't one for runnin' when I see trouble comin' an' the chips are down
Well I ain't one for runnin' when the bad guys are comin an' the chips are down
I gotta snappy trigger finger thats a-ready to squeeze
I got an icy cold stare that'll make you freeze
I ain't scared of nothin' an' I ain't one for bluffin' when the chips are down
When the Rat Packs are hidin' an' the lawmen are ridin' an' the ace is black
There's a piano-honkin' an' a-soon stop a-talkin' when the kid gets back
He got a colt 45 an' it can fill you with lead
An' you won't know what hit you right but that you will be dead
I ain't scared of nothin' an' I ain't one for bluffin' when the chips are down
When the chips are down, when the chips are down
There's a boodle for the losers an' a skinful for the boozers every town
When the chips are down, when the chips are down
There's a coyote a-howlin' an' the sheriffs get a-poundin' in every town