Everybody Pays

I got shot off my horse So what? I'm up again Playin' in one of these big saloons on main You can come up here Take a look around these sinners dens You're only ever goin' to find One or two real games Nobody's drivin' 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 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 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 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 breezin' Through these swingin' doors Just ups and walks away Everybody has to leave Some blood here on the floor Everybody pays Everybody pays to play Yeah, everybody pays Everybody pays to play