Everybody Pays
(Mark Knopfler)
I got shot off my horse
So what? i'm up again
And playing in one of these
Big saloons on main
You can come up here
Take a look around these sinners' dens
You're only ever going to find
One or two real games
Nobody's driving me underground
Not yet anyway
But either on the strip
Or on the edge of town
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play
Yeah, you ought to stay
Right where you are in sawdust land
It's probably the safest place to be
With your greasy little pork pies
And your shoestring hands
It makes no difference to me
All those directions which we never took
To go our different ways
Who went and wrote
The oldest story in the book?
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play
Curl up inside a boxcar dream
And disappear
With a couple low roller friends
You were never one for trouble
So get out of here
I knew the game was dangerous back then
But nobody's breezing through these swinging doors
Just ups and walks away
Everybody has to leave some blood here on the floor
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play
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