Ace The town will never be the same. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over. Today it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior's college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it's like checkin' into an airport. And if you order room service, you're lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it's all gone. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some twenty-five-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his Social Security Number. After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box, the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos. And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids Junk bonds. But in the end, I wound up right back where I started. I could still pick winners, and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home. And why mess up a good thing
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The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase.
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The right time was at the crossroads With a future in his plans The wrong time reapproaches With right time's suitcase in hand The right time asks, how 's the journey The wrong time said the 'whether' turned me around. The right time, shakes his head, Shakes his hand and leaves Before the sun goes down.
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The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase
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