I got shot off my horse   So what? I'm up again   Playin' in one of these big saloons on main   You can come up here take a look around these sinners dens   You're only ever goin' to find   One or two real games   Nobody's drivin' 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   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 breezin' through these swingin' doors   Just ups and walks away   Everybody has to leave some blood here on the floor      Everybody pays   Everybody pays to play      Yeah, everybody pays   Everybody pays to play