Song | Bowed But Not Broken |
Artist | Rory Gallagher |
Album | Fresh Evidence |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
When will you tire of those crap-game casinos? | |
You’ve played every dice game, from vegas to reno | |
But you can’t fight this compulsion | |
Keep believing your luck’s in, | |
But it’s gone in a tailspin | |
Cold monday morning on the edge of the city | |
You hail down a ride to atlantic city | |
But the man wants paid back, | |
They’ll put a bullet in your back | |
Make you face look like road map | |
Bowed not broken | |
The shark’s not joking | |
You keep hoping | |
The system can be beat | |
A cold afternoon in a town full of losers | |
A slot-machine heaven, full of red-eyed juicers | |
But the man wants paid off | |
Before he starts all the rough stuff | |
They’ve taken the gloves off | |
When will you tire of those crap-game casinos? | |
You’ve played every dice game, from vegas to reno | |
Stake it all on that one throw | |
Then you run out of the back door, | |
On the run once more. |
When will you tire of those crapgame casinos? | |
You' ve played every dice game, from vegas to reno | |
But you can' t fight this compulsion | |
Keep believing your luck' s in, | |
But it' s gone in a tailspin | |
Cold monday morning on the edge of the city | |
You hail down a ride to atlantic city | |
But the man wants paid back, | |
They' ll put a bullet in your back | |
Make you face look like road map | |
Bowed not broken | |
The shark' s not joking | |
You keep hoping | |
The system can be beat | |
A cold afternoon in a town full of losers | |
A slotmachine heaven, full of redeyed juicers | |
But the man wants paid off | |
Before he starts all the rough stuff | |
They' ve taken the gloves off | |
When will you tire of those crapgame casinos? | |
You' ve played every dice game, from vegas to reno | |
Stake it all on that one throw | |
Then you run out of the back door, | |
On the run once more. |
When will you tire of those crapgame casinos? | |
You' ve played every dice game, from vegas to reno | |
But you can' t fight this compulsion | |
Keep believing your luck' s in, | |
But it' s gone in a tailspin | |
Cold monday morning on the edge of the city | |
You hail down a ride to atlantic city | |
But the man wants paid back, | |
They' ll put a bullet in your back | |
Make you face look like road map | |
Bowed not broken | |
The shark' s not joking | |
You keep hoping | |
The system can be beat | |
A cold afternoon in a town full of losers | |
A slotmachine heaven, full of redeyed juicers | |
But the man wants paid off | |
Before he starts all the rough stuff | |
They' ve taken the gloves off | |
When will you tire of those crapgame casinos? | |
You' ve played every dice game, from vegas to reno | |
Stake it all on that one throw | |
Then you run out of the back door, | |
On the run once more. |