Lightning flies in the Vegas sky
Swinging blues made it hard to fly
All we need is a black jack before we die
Amen to the Brothers of the 168
Living life in real time catching flies sometimes sedate
They say hello to the call girls hangin’ around the Motel 6
Peace to the brothers may your future be blessed
Country wind blowing back again
Bella Belle I miss you so
Spinning eights beside the road
Lightning flies in the Vegas sky
Swinging blues made it hard to fly
All we need is a black jack
A treasure chest of change, broken pencils on the floor
Even if you’re dreaming you may wind up sweeping floors
So-called friends won’t drive a mile
Chains have rusted all the while
Keep your head up girl
Keep your head up girl
Country wind blowing back again
Bella Belle I miss you so
Spinning eights beside the road
Old soul on the road looking home
Cadillacs and crows screech below
Country wind’s blowing back again
Country wind’s blowing back again
Before we fly