Nevada
With a hole in my pocket and my hair correct
Holy horseshoe hanging down
And about the luck that you'd expect
I left you sleeping and went to town
Hit Nevada for a weekend trip
Where your money slips away
But ever since I lost my grip
You can bet I'm always game
Never was a fan of the quiet life
Shaking in my hand is a paradise
Bet more credit when there's credit due
Many a time I've said I'm through
And many a time you've let it slide
But I still let it ride
I won you over with a first impression
You didn't read the writing on the wall
You cast a glance in my direction
Where now you see nothing at all
Driving back with the rising sun
Radio playing nothing new
AC blowing, and I know by now
I'm always going to feel the way I do
You didn't come home when you said you would
Last night losing was in my blood
Bet more credit when there's credit due
Many a time I've said I'm through
And many a time you've let it slide
Come back begging, but it's nothing new
Rise from the dead if I get it right
But I still let it ride
Writer/s: The Americans
