Casino Cowboys

Testo:

© rootshell
when the sun comes up
and the neon lights are down
kicking empty cups
leaving this town

you win some, you lose some
hell, you might even get some
from city that grinds them up
and smokes 'em

modern cowboys
with guitars in our hands
take them down 1 by 1
tip your hat to good ol' Graham

brother i swear
we don't kiss and tell
they can dig a shallow grave
but we're taking it all to hell

might say we're crossing the line
might say we're stuck in between
i say we're right where we be
if sin city was a titty i'd never leave

can i get a hell yeah
or a yeehaw or two
this country twang
is for you

another round at the bar
swinging side to side
casino cowboys
were born to ride

might say we're crossing the line
might say we're stuck in between
i say we're right where we be
if sin city was a titty i'd never leave

solo

might say we're crossing the line
might say we're stuck in between
i say we're right where we be
if sin city was a titty i'd never leave
if sin city was a titty i'd never leave