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Friday I can't see the use
Get the hell right out of Dodge
Slip the traffic like a noose
On the trail of some mirage
Every time it comes
I think my luck will stay
Drive all the way
To Vegas baby
Got no aces up my sleeve
Got nowhere to rest my head
Got no money sir to lose
And the sky is turning red
And I change out of my jeans
On the road beside the lake
Like the skies that I have seen
When I have been asleep-awake
Take the rain as a sign
Get myself dressed to the nines
And I will pay for this
Somewhere down the line
And I'm flying through the heat
The Mexicali radio
Every car is like a prayer
Searching for somewhere to go