In the backroom of the Elmaco casino
Under the portrait of Doris Day
You and I, and a pair of c-notes
Soft candy betting, hard eight (our date?)
Not quite how you laid it out for me
When we split up that night, that night
Comin' out of the sunset marquee
Before you left to deal the fine white
Is this how you've pictured me?
Is this how you thought it would be?
We got right with the usual (mutual?) problem
That got right between you and me
I told you the girl would be trouble
I said she was going to break us
Leave us lost in the rust and the rubble.
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas
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