Vegas to Santa Fe

I guess the sun had no reason

To poke thru this sky made of lead.

The pool is drained for the season

Mexican maids are making the beds

Soon they’ll be here.

I’ll have to leave this warm beer.

And stumble to the road to catch a ride

Didn’t start out this way

Drifting every day

But the luck I had was never on my side.

Had it all…

Then came the wheel and the ball.

Had it all…

(but) Twenty-one cards had to fall.

Now Santa Fe

is just one more stop on the way.

No one stays in this motel

except one dealer with a shaky hand.

He tried to fix the cards to suit him.

Now he’s on the run from the man.

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