Life Was Never Finer 
© 2014, Stolen Rhodes 

Amy was a Carolina sweetheart 
Apple of her daddy's eye 
She turned sixteen, packed her bags 
And crossed the Great Divide 

She found herself in Vegas 
Where she worked the casino floors 
Another night in pumps and a cocktail dress 
Among the gamblers, tramps, and whores 

She would tell her old man 
Back in Carolina 
That she'd gone to Vegas 
And life was never finer 

Billy was a flashy gambler 
Grab your attention anywhere he stood 
He'd double-down, bust, double-down again 
Just because he could 

He liked to carry a .38 Special 
Under every dealer's nose 
He shot a main down in Mexico 
Or so the story goes 

He liked to call himself a filmmaker 
But the movies he made were porn 
The virgins and the runaways 
Cursed the day he was born 

What goes around, comes around 
You head on out to Vegas where you're lost and never found 
What goes around, comes around 
You head on out to Vegas where you're lost and never found 
You get a little higher, 'cause life was never finer 

Amy brought Billy a bourbon 
He said "I can make you more famous than a centerfold girl 
Believe me, kid, you'll be the fantasy of boys all over the world. 
So come with me, pretty baby, and let's quit this casino scene." 
And Amy followed old Billy from his table and into the great unforeseen

You can tell your old man 
Back in Carolina 
That you found your fortune, and life was never finer 

What goes around, comes around 
You head on out to Vegas where you're lost and never found 
What goes around, comes around 
You head on out to Vegas where you're lost and never found 
You get a little higher, 'cause life was never finer 

Spin the wheel, throw the dice 
And Lady Luck will burn you and you'll have to pay the price 
The desert sands and one-night stands, 
Grab your shoes, light the fuse, nothing to lose! 

Billy rolled up in a black Continental 
And they drove to the edge of town 
Billy shut off the engine 
And put his hand up her skirt and tried to push her to the ground 
She reached for his .38 Special 
In one shot lay Billy dead 
And in the heat of the confusion 
Billy's words rolled through her head 

You can tell your old man 
Back in Carolina 
That you found your fortune 
And life was never finer 

What goes around, comes around 
You head on out to Vegas where you're lost and never found 
What goes around, comes around 
Now you look over your shoulder till your six feet under ground 
You get a little higher 
What goes around, comes around 
You head on out to Vegas where you're lost and never found 
What goes around, comes around 
Now you look over your shoulder till your six feet under ground 
You get a little higher