Vegas Baby
Coming east from Vegas, baby,
A loser like the rest,
it's good to come home
Back to the real world, once again.
Casinos, shows and slots,
no big time player here.
One of those folks
who just couldn't resist the call to play.
One day,
I may return.
After healing and recovering from my wound
and my pockets are filled again.
Rest now, calmly
Back away from the dream.
Grasp tightly to the real world
work and responsibility each day.
Playing in Vegas
is only for the rich not me.
But who is to say this baby
maybe a winner after all.
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