| Song | Bowed But Not Broken |
| Artist | Rory Gallagher |
| Album | Fresh Evidence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| When will you tire of those crapgame 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 slotmachine heaven, full of redeyed 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 crapgame 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. |
| When will you tire of those crapgame 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 slotmachine heaven, full of redeyed 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 crapgame 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. |