Shooting craps
Seven come eleven
Tired of carrying Dad
Can't put my gun away
Las Vegas Moll
Seven come eleven
Black jack
Win some
Lose some
She turned away
Same faces in the crowd
As last time around
My Dad ain't there
Shooting craps somewhere
Son of a gun
Las Vegas Moll
All you can eat
I need something sweet
Shooting craps
Seven come eleven
Tired of carrying dad
Can't put my gun away
Las Vegas Moll
Seven come eleven
Black jack
Win some
Lose some
She turned away away away
I sighed I sighed
Las Vegas skys
She turned away away way
I sighed I sighed
Las Vegas skys