Текст песни Nevada - The Americans

With a hole in my pocket and my hair correct
Holy horseshoe hanging down
And about the luck that you′d expect
I left you sleeping and went to town

Hit Nevada for a weekend trip
Where your money slips away
But ever since I lost my grip
You can bet I'm always game

Never was a fan of the quiet life
Shaking in my hand is a paradise

Bet more credit when there′s credit due
Many a time I've said I'm through
And many a time you′ve let it slide
But I still let it ride

I won you over with a first impression
You didn′t read the writing on the wall
You cast a glance in my direction
Where now you see nothing at all

Driving back with the rising sun
Radio playing nothing new
AC blowing, and I know by now
I'm always going to feel the way I do

You didn′t come home when you said you would
Last night losing was in my blood

Bet more credit when there's credit due
Many a time I′ve said I'm through
And many a time you′ve let it slide
Come back begging, but it's nothing new
Rise from the dead if I get it right
But I still let it ride