OOH LAS VEGAS
(Written by: G. Parsons / R. Grech)
Gram Parson & Rick Grech


Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me

Well, the first time I lose a drink of whiskey
And the second time I lose a drink of gin,
Third time I lose a drink of anything
Cause I think I'm gonna win.

Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me

Well, the queen of spades is a friend of mine
The queen of hearts is a bitch
Some day when I clean up my mind
I'll think I'm gonna win.

Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me

Spend all night with a dealer
Just trying to get ahead,
Spend all day at the Holiday Inn
Just trying to get out of bed

Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me

Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me