If you want good times
   I know where to look
   And if you want good times I will
  
   They're thrown on your bed
   With your junkyard religion
   At the best of the western motels
  
   Thrown with the pawns
   And the hardscrabble rooks
   Thrown with our ransom of kings
  
   But if you want goodtimes
   I know where to look
   And I know it's goodtimes you want
  
   Long time here
   Long time here
   I'll keep you around
   Holding this ground
   I'll keep you a long time here
  
   In 24 hours
   We could be in Vegas
   Where the heat is a possible friend
  
   Where snake eyes and boxcars
   Could wet down your whistle
   And steal all the noise from your head
  
   But your hell is hotter
   Then the typical thirst
   And in Vegas the ice is not cheap
  
   And heaven's a backroom
   Where the gamblin'd on't finish
   And you keep makin' the same mistakes
  
   Long time here
   Long time here
   I'll keep you around
   Holding this ground
   I'll keep you a long . . . .
  
   Long time here
   Long time here
   Long time here
   Long time here
   I'll keep you around
   Holding this ground
   I'll keep you a long time here