I'm on my way down to Vegas
Driving my sedan down the highway
I feel luck
I can get the cash
It's very simple
Gonna get rich
Going nowhere
Being selfcruel
Running low on fuel
No job
No money
Feels like I'm stuck
Running out of luck
Always tomorrow
Got to stay on track
Never looking back
Hope for the break now
From a long decay
See the sun today
I see roads, dust, and tumbleweed
I see trucks, bikes, and gas stations
I cross rivers, and canyons, and mountains
I see fields, motels, and hitchhikers