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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
Performer
Roger Manning
Roger Manning
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew McMahon
Andrew McMahon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Producer

Letras

I got an old black limousine Packed my suit and pawned the last of our precious metal And my blue eyes never looked so green I've got a debt to pay and a date with the devil I've got mouths to feed I've gotta get level Oh, Las Vegas I'm Running out of time And my youth is all but ashes If I don't make church by nine I'll be praying on the drive Passed the lake as fake as a showgirl's lashes That I'm gonna turn our luck around I'm gonna take this town I'm gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out That I'm gonna turn our luck around I'm gonna make you proud I'm gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out And the paper rain pouring down Paper rain pouring down I rented a room at the desert queen I shaved my face, I comb my hair and I check the weather And I see clouds where the mountains meet The valley floor where the neon soars like a hand to heaven I've got work to do Rollin' them sevens Oh, Las Vegas I'm Running out of time And my youth is all but ashes If I don't make church by nine I'll be praying on the drive Passed the lake as fake as a showgirl's lashes That I'm gonna turn our luck around I'm gonna take this town I'm gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out Yeah I'm gonna turn our luck around I'm gonna make you proud I'm gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out And the paper rain pouring down Paper rain pouring down Gotta stack on the line and a stack behind Rolling like a wave on a moonlit night Money on the four, money on the eight Paying down the marker 'cause the bank won't wait Gotta stack on the line and a stack behind Rolling like a wave on a moonlit night Money on the four, money on the eight Paying down the marker 'cause the bank won't wait I'm gonna turn our luck around I'm gonna take this town I'm gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out Yeah I'm gonna turn our luck around I'm gonna make you so proud I'm gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out And the paper rain pouring down Paper rain pouring down
Writer(s): Andrew Mcmahon, Butch Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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