These tables are haunted By the ghost of las vegas Their chips were once mountains But they came here to play They could take me if they wanted But I have nothing worth counting And like the sands of nevada They go drifting away
Lady luck's still a mystery With her head on my shoulder And I don't know why I still want her to dance I guess that's all history What it is is a I'm older And I'm still a fool For a one-way romance
Her dice were red rubies They rolled and they tumbled And I never saw time Running out with my roll And in the wasteland of cut glass My dreams were crumbled And I've paid with whatever I had left for a soul
Now the dawn's broken even On a empty horizon No reason for folding No reason to stay It's too soon to be leaving Too late for criticising And the sands of nevada They go drifting away
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