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Southern Culture On The Skids - 40 Miles to Vegas Songtext Broken down, busted on the stateline road Lonesome truck driver on the only pay phone Just our luck, look what just rolled up A one-eyed man in a yellow tow truck So come on, come on why don't you get in on the right I got a gig in Vegas and I ain't lookin back Whoa, sweet nelly the money we'll be makin It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin I been getting what the roads been takin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin Green-eyed 8-balls and one-eyed jacks Tow trucker drivin was a-high on crack He was talkin 'bout the president dying When his head started twitchin, my mouth went dry My man, my man just take it real slow We're in no hurry, just keep us on the road I opened up the smokes 'cause his hand was a-shakin It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin I been getting what the roads been takin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin Green-eyed 8-balls and a one eyed jack Tow trucker driver was a-high on crack He was so high, like the desert sky I thought to myself now we're all gonna die You worked so hard to just get to this place Wondering if they kept their word to their chase When I get to where I'm going you know I'll be stayin It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin I been getting what the roads been takin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin 40 Miles to Vegas 40 Miles to Vegas 40 Miles to Vegas It was 40 miles to Vagas 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin It was 40 miles to Vegas