Everybody Pays

I got shot off my horse

So what? I'm up again

And playing in one of these

Big saloons on main

You can come up here

Take a look

Around these sinners' dens

You're only ever going to find

One or two real games

Nobody's driving

Me underground

Not yet anyway

But either on the strip

Or on the edge of town

Everybody pays

Everybody pays to play

Yeah, you ought to stay

D6

Right where you are

In sawdust land

It's probably the

Safest place to be

With your greasy little pork pies

And your shoestring hands

It makes no difference to me

All those directions

Which we never took

To go our different ways

Who went and wrote

The oldest story in the book?

Everybody pays

Everybody pays to play

Curl up inside

D6

A boxcar dream

And disappear

With a couple

Low roller friends

You were never one

For trouble

So get out of here

I knew the game

Was dangerous back then

But nobody's breezing

Through these swinging doors

Just ups and walks away

Everybody has to leave

Some blood here on the floor

Everybody pays

Everybody pays to play

Everybody pays