Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first
Lamborghini's, caviar
Dry martinis, Shangra-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
It's a yearning
But, I'm gonna to set it free
I'm goin' in- to Sin City
I'm gonna win- in Sin City
Where the lights are bright
Through the town tonight
I'm gonna win in Sin City
Oh, I'm gonna roll you, baby
Snake eyes, wooo!
Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief
Fingers Finney, Diamond Jim
Ya' better get ready ready, look out, I'm comin' in
So, spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll those loaded dice
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champagne on ice
I'm goin' in - to Sin City
I'm gonna win- in Sin City
Where the lights are bright
Through the town tonight
I'm goin' in to Sin City
I'm gonna roll you baby...
Writer(s): Christopher Hillman, Gram Parsons
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