Southern Culture on the Skids - 40 miles to Vegas

Broken Down 'n busted on the state line road
A 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 common common-a won't you get it on the rack?
I got a gig in Vegas and there aint no lookin' back.
OOhh, sweet baby, the money will be makin'
It was 40 mile to Vegas and we all started prayin'

40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
I've been givin' what the road's been takin'
40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'

Dreamin' of 8 balls and one-eyed jacks
The tow truck driver was high on crack.
He was talking 'bout some friends that had died
When his head started twitchin', my mouth went dry.

My man, my man, just take it real slow.
We'n no hurry just-a keep us on the road.
I opened up his smokes, 'caus his hands was a-shakin'
40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'

40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
I've been givin' what the road's been takin'
it was 40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'

(solo)

Dreamin' of 8 balls and one-eyed jacks
The tow truck driver was high on crack.
He was so high, like the desert sky;
It thought to myself, man we all goin'a die.

You work so hard just to get to a place,
wonderin' if the catch is worth the chase.
When I get to where I'm goin', you know that I'll be stayin',
40 miles from Vegas and we all started prayin'

40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
I've been givin' what the road's been takin'
40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'

40 mile from Vegas...
40 mile from Vegas...

40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
40 mile from Vegas and we all started prayin'
it was 40 mile from Vegas...