Checkout Time In Vegas - Drive-By Truckers

A bloody nose, empty pockets

A rented car with a trunk full of guns

It ain’t true that the sun don’t rise in Vegas

I’ve seen it once

She might have been somebody’s mama

He might have been somebody’s son

But if the sun went down on them that night in Vegas

Their luck was good as gone

They’ll be after me by the time the buffet closes

Making sure Sin City still shines brighter than creation’s dark

If all you need’s a badge to take what’s left from those who lost it

A badge ain’t no more real than bullets are

A bloody nose, empty pockets

A rented car with a trunk full of guns

Checkout time is sundown in Las Vegas

But it only rises once