Lyrics 40 Miles To Vegas - Southern Culture On The Skids

40 Miles To Vegas

Southern Culture On The Skids — 40 Miles to Vegas Songtext
Broken down, busted on the stateline road
Lonesome truck driver on the only pay phone
Just our luck, look what just rolled up
A one-eyed man in a yellow tow truck
So come on, come on why don’t you get in on the right
I got a gig in Vegas and I ain’t lookin back
Whoa, sweet nelly the money we’ll be makin
It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
I been getting what the roads been takin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
Green-eyed 8-balls and one-eyed jacks
Tow trucker drivin was a-high on crack
He was talkin 'bout the president dying
When his head started twitchin, my mouth went dry
My man, my man just take it real slow
We’re in no hurry, just keep us on the road
I opened up the smokes 'cause his hand was a-shakin
It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
I been getting what the roads been takin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
Green-eyed 8-balls and a one eyed jack
Tow trucker driver was a-high on crack
He was so high, like the desert sky
I thought to myself now we’re all gonna die
You worked so hard to just get to this place
Wondering if they kept their word to their chase
When I get to where I’m going you know I’ll be stayin
It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
I been getting what the roads been takin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
40 Miles to Vegas
40 Miles to Vegas
40 Miles to Vegas
It was 40 miles to Vagas
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin
It was 40 miles to Vegas