Sin City

Written by Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman

This old town is filled with sin,

It'll swallow 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

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.

It seems like this whole town's insane

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door

Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

The scientists say

It'll all wash away

But we don't believe any more

Cause we've got our recruits

And our green mohair suits

So please show you ID At the door.

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.

It seems like this whole town's insane

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door

Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

A friend came around

Tried to clean up this town,

His ideas made some people mad.

He trusted in his crowd,

So he spoke right out loud

And they lost the best friend they had

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.

It seems like this whole town's insane

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door

Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door

Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

© Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman

Published by Rondor Music (London)Ltd