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