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de Red Leather

I was gettin' by, not gettin' high all of December
I can't tell you why I fell off the wagon, don't remember
And I got sick and tired of all the fightin', I surrendered
And headed home down a desert road
Scored a bag of weed and got an eight ball from my dealer
I drove the fifteen east while I was sippin' on tequila
One-hundred on the dashboard and Nirvana on the speakers
And I don't care if I make it there

'Cause when the party's over
No, I ain't dyin' sober
Lord knows my heart can't take it
And if I don't make it
Bury me in Vegas
Just bury me in Vegas

By the grace of God, I made it down to The Flamingo
I maxed my credit card while playin' cards at the casino
Snortin' mounds of blow right up my nose like Al Pacino
I tried to stop, I just can't stop
I took to many shots and I got cut off by the dealer
Went back to my room, drank every drop of that tequila
I cut myself the last two lines, one for myself, one for the reaper
And got too close to an overdose

'Cause when the party's over
No, I ain't dyin' sober
Lord knows my heart can't take it
And if I don't make it
Bury me in Vegas
Just bury me in Vegas

The lights are getting closer
No, I ain't dyin' sober
Lord knows my heart can't take it
And if I don't make it
Bury me in Vegas
Bury me in Vegas

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