CHRISTMAS IN NEVADA by WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY Flip the switch And let the gamblers roll I'm headed up from old Mexico The border towns All look the same Brand new suit And a bankers roll Switchblade knife And no place to go Except where I might find The next game Lights go on across the town Children's choir sings Auld lang syne The black jack dealers Take their toll I look up From this beat park bench Into an ocean Of discontent I can't wait to buy a ticket to anywhere But home Washing dishes Behind the casino grill Ain't no way To make a kill But on the winter nights The water keeps me warm I'll take my pay And buy a gun Steal a car And hope it runs Find a place To make my name [ www.dailyrics.com ] CHRISTMASINNEVADA by WILLARDGRANTCONSPIRACY