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Real Money

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Explore this song from the Douglas Heyes Jr. collection.

Original Doug Heyes lyrics · AI-generated music & vocals

A high-stakes poker narrator moves through Las Vegas spectacle, television attention and the restless calculations of another hand. Confidence in his skill competes with suspicion, changing fortunes and the pressure of reputation. Money and romance become part of the same uncertain performance, with success always balanced against the need for a possible getaway.

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Real Money

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr

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REAL MONEY

The Money's Real and the Lights are on
Kenny Rogers is all long gone
Ain't no time to run away
Everybody's here to play
Hold 'em, Fold 'em if you must
Ain't nobody you can trust
They went back Home on the
Bus
Took it down to the rest of us

We'll be carvin' up their stacks
Leave 'em starvin' on their backs
Starin' up at the ceiling cracks
Open up with a Pair of Jacks

Look around the Gallery
Rollin' waves just like the Sea
Famous Faces everywhere
Players lookin' for their Chairs
Starstruck Girls and jealous Boys
Electric World and lots of Noise
Sit right down and take a Chance
Welcome to The Prime Time Dance

Talkin' 'bout Real Money
Right out in plain sight
Real Money
In the middle of the Night
TV lights are shining bright
Pretty girls all dressed in White
Footprints down in Wet Cement
Showdown at the Tournament

Real Money
Layin' right down on the Line
Real Money
Turnin' Water into Wine
Real Money
I been waitin' for a Sign
Real Money
From a really good Friend of mine

The biggest names are stakin' claims
They're the real Masters of the Game
I came down here with my Honey
Got a LV bag with a whole lot of money
I'm gonna shut 'em down if I can
I'm gonna try to make 'em understand
When I show 'em down with what's in my Hand
And the whole Buy-in's only 20 Grand

Another Long Weekend out in the Sand
They tell me Las Vegas is the Promised Land
Nothing ever happens just like I planned
I'm a New Wave Sinner and a One-Man Band

Take me home for Dinner and I'll be your Man
Keep me for the Winter and I'll take your hand
Baby, I'm a winner, don't you understand
Got a pair of Pocket Rockets sittin' in my hand

Real Money
Now they're comin' after me
Real Money
I'm a real Celebrity
Another Game to Play
Another getaway
Real Money
Gonna take it all the way!

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//:Real Money:// FADE OUT