Bowed But Not Broken - Rory Gallagher

When will you tire of those crap-game casinos?

You’ve played every dice game, from vegas to reno

But you can’t fight this compulsion

Keep believing your luck’s in,

But it’s gone in a tailspin

Cold monday morning on the edge of the city

You hail down a ride to atlantic city

But the man wants paid back,

They’ll put a bullet in your back

Make you face look like road map

Bowed not broken

The shark’s not joking

You keep hoping

The system can be beat

A cold afternoon in a town full of losers

A slot-machine heaven, full of red-eyed juicers

But the man wants paid off

Before he starts all the rough stuff

They’ve taken the gloves off

When will you tire of those crap-game casinos?

You’ve played every dice game, from vegas to reno

Stake it all on that one throw

Then you run out of the back door,

On the run once more.