| When I was young I left the home |
| And went away, to Vegas |
| With my guitar and my dreams |
| I had to try to play and sing, in Vegas |
| But my momma told me I was wrong |
| And she begged me to stay at home |
| But my will was strong and |
| I had to make it big, in Vegas |
| They’ll put my name up in lights where I play |
| And the lines out in front will be long |
| I’ll get a standing ovation from the people |
| When I start to sing my song |
| When I turn 'em on in Vegas |
| Well I’ve played every |
| Honky tonk and smokey bar, in Vegas |
| And I guess I don’t have |
| What it takes, for Las Vegas |
| But my dreams still linger on |
| Oh my faith is almost gone |
| But my will is strong and |
| I’ve gotta make it big, in Vegas |
| They’ll put my name up in lights where I play |
| And the lines out in front will be long |
| I’ll get a standing ovation from the people |
| When I start to sing my song |
| When I turn 'em on in Vegas |
| La la la la la la la la |
| La la la la la la, big in Vegas |
| La la la la la la la la |
| La la la la la la, big in Vegas |
| La la la la la la la la |
| La la la la la, big in Vegas… |