40 Miles To Vegas - Southern Culture On The Skids

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