So I'm my way to Vegas. And I've money in my pocket and honey in my shoes: gonna gamble to win, so I've money to lose.
I ask them their price, and pray for some hope, throw them their dice, and stare down the slope.
They jump and they dance, and I see my big chance, and I grab the dollar by the pin of my collar.
My pace - they chase, I scurry - they hurry. But the distance is vast and I am much too fast, and when the dusts fade I rest in the shade.
I grab a young wife and spend all the gold, living the life until I grow old.
Loss Vegas: Where Winners Beckon.