Sin City
This old town's filled with sin, it'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home, right away, you've got three years to pay
But satan is waiting his turn
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seem like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door
Won't keep out, the lord's burning rain
The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruits, and our green mohair suits
So please show your ID at the door
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seem like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door
Won't keep out, the lord's burning rain
A friend came around, tried to clean up this town
His ideas mae some people mad
But he trusted his crowd, so he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seem like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door
Won't keep out, the lord's burning rain
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door
Won't keep out, the lord's burning rain
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home, right away, you've got three years to pay
But satan is waiting his turn
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seem like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door
Won't keep out, the lord's burning rain
The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruits, and our green mohair suits
So please show your ID at the door
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seem like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door
Won't keep out, the lord's burning rain
A friend came around, tried to clean up this town
His ideas mae some people mad
But he trusted his crowd, so he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seem like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door
Won't keep out, the lord's burning rain
On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door
Won't keep out, the lord's burning rain
Credits
Writer(s): Gram Parsons, Christopher Hillman
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