Courtney Leigh Heins

Courtney Leigh Heins

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Folk - Country | Los Angeles, California, United States
Total Song Plays: 9,846   
Member Since: 2003
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35

Song Description

A rookie cop in Vegas deals with a murder his/her first night on the job. A man is taken into custody being found walking away from a prostitute's dead body, but the man professes that he was only searching for God when he stumbled upon Maria. The felon e

Story Behind the Song

Metaphor for Las Vegas, a world where everything leads to sin & no man or woman leaves as pure as they arrived...if they are able to leave at all.

Lyrics

Sin City
copyright2003 Courtney Leigh Heins
The radio buzzed my first night on the job
We were staked out at IHOP interrupted by Bob
He said,?Come down to the station, cream and sugar?d be fine
But I take mine black Breaker, Breaker 1-9?

That?s when we saw him, a man chasin? his grin
He ran at the stoplight, then cursed at his chin
There was blood on his hands and he screamed out,?I?m sober!?
His last mistake, ?fore he turned himself over

So we took him and booked him and waited to fry him
Then he coughed up some story, ?bout how he was dyin?
He?d been searchin? for God, but found Maria instead
By the time he had finished, she was already dead

His mouth and his ear were attached at the hip
He didn?t recognize her face, but he knew where her lips were
An? she wasn?t talkin?, her teeth biting their time
Breaking seconds in half ain?t no ordinary crime

Started talkin? in circles, ?til he cut himself off
Gave a wave and a handshake and swarthily scoffed,
?Well its been a pleasure, but you?re on my last nerve.?
Stole away with his Accent, but we all saw him swervin?
Black cat in his rearview sprung up on his hood
A sure sign of Hell, if there ever would

Well if I knew much better, I?d have given him a letter
Explainin? my college device
I had a major in mercy and a minor in pity
Concentration in Miami Vice
My lambskin decreed that I had done with the deed
But left me broke and confused, somewhat robbed
A subliminal message I had read on a pop can
Told me to go get this job

If you?re ever in Reno, be sure to try the cheese
It ain?t all that special, but it certainly comes cheap
?Cuz Vegas is for suckers, run-of-the-mill-mother-truckers
Who never knew nothin? from naught
Aces up double-down, they put a lid on this town
And its all about who?s holdin? the pot

If you ever see Maria down on the Strip
Better count all your blessings and throw down your chips
See the odds are stacked against you, ain?t got no sins to spare
Just avoid her, ?cuz she?s not really there.
Not really there.

Song Length
3:47
Genres
Country - Traditional, Folk - Country
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Female Vocal
Moods
Anxious, Troubled

Subject Matter
Law Enforcement, Justice

Similar Artists
Lucinda Williams, Reba Mcentire
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Courtney Leigh Heins
Music Credits Courtney Leigh Heins & Bryan Dobbs
Producer Credits Bryan Dobbs
Publisher Credits N/A
Performance Credits Courtney Leigh Heins & Bryan Dobbs
Label Credits N/A