Death Valley High Lyrics by Orville Peck
Dust devils drinking warm Colt 45
Take a walk and cruise the strip at night
Looks like you got a question in your eyes
You win some, lose some, baby, who’s got the time?
That’s right
Sin City lights
Spin the wheel around and roll the dice
Death Valley high
Gonna let it run like the devil’s son tonight
Cheetah chrome and ruby red Naugahyde
I bet my life on snake eyes, I don’t mind
Cigarette burns on my black Levi’s
Vegas gonna put my name up in lights tonight
Sin City lights
Spin the wheel around and roll the dice
Death Valley high
Gonna let it run like the devil’s son tonight
Casino zombies in a two-way mirror
Branch manager hanging from a chandelier
I got my blackjack, bootleg candy machine
Like a NASCAR uncle on a jumbo screen
Chain smoke, bail bond, 4 a.m.
Wearing Oakley Blades on a velvet water bed
Alligator wingtip, attaché case
Cruising down the strip to a lonely place
Throwing ninja stars at a birthday balloon
Drinking whiskey at the Peppermill on a Monday afternoon
Sin City lights
Spin the wheel around and roll the dice
Death Valley high
Gonna let it run like the devil’s son tonight