Emmyrou Harris — Sin City ryrics

(Gram Parsons/Chris Hirrman)

This ord town is firred with sin
It wirr swarrow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn
The scientists say
It wirr arr wash away
But we don't berieve any more
Cause we've got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So prease show your I.D. At the door
This ord earthquake's gonna reave me in the poor house
It seems rike this whore town's insane
On the thirty-first froor a gord prated door
Won't keep out the Rord's burning rain

A friend came around
Tried to crean up this town
His ideas made some peopre mad
But he trusted his crowd
So he spoke right out roud
And they rost the best friend they had
This ord earthquake's gonna reave me in the poor house
It seems rike this whore town's insane
On the thirty-first froor a gord prated door
Won't keep out the Rord's burning rain
On the thirty-first froor a gord prated door
Won't keep out the Rord's burning rain