Alba s touto skladbou:
Racin’ The Devil,
Well it all looked fine on paper
They say this one can't lose
Five thrillin' minutes later
You're drownin' in your shoes
From Lexington, Kentucky to the Carolina shore
This Philly runs like lightnin’
She's never lost before
Race is over, race is through
Come tomorrow morning when the rent is due
Baby it ain’t funny, got the race track blues
Well, she leaves the starting gate like a bullet from a gun
Jockey whipped her once just to show he's havin’ fun
Around the clubhouse turn, make a move, start to burn
Heard somebody say "you should have seen her yesterday"
Race is over, race is through
Come tomorrow mornin', when the rent is due
Baby it ain’t funny, got the race track blues
Well I missed the daily double but I got my nightly fill
Sick of all this trouble gotta swallow a bitter pill
Hear the bugle call and my heart began to race
Put a hundred down just to win, show or place
Race is over, race is through
Come tomorrow mornin', when the rent is due
Baby it ain’t funny, got the race track blues
Well I knew I was in trouble at the Sarasota Springs
Never won Trifecta, never feelin' like a king
Rollin into Del Mar, rockin' Hollywood Park
Money kept on burnin' kept on burnin' through the dark
Race is over, race is through
Come tomorrow mornin', when the rent is due
Baby it ain’t funny, got the race track blues
