Vegas piano leadsheet with chords

Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas.

Somebody told me

that's where dreams would be.

Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas,

mm. Fin'lly see my name on the

Palace marquee.

Gonna quit my job and move to New York.

Yeah, yeah.

'Cause somebody told me that's where dreamers should go.

I'm gonna quit my job,

move to New York,

tattoo my body with ev'ry Broadway show.

Listen up now, honey, you're gonna be sorry.

You can't get out from under a sky that is falling.

And you say:

No fame, no money, I'm nobody.

The way I'm running has sure got me down on my knees.

But next stop,

Vegas, please.

I gotta get to Vegas.

Can you take me to Vegas?

Oh, yeah.

Gonna sell my house and cross the border

'cause somebody told me dreams live in Mexico.

I'm gonna sell my house.

I got to lose ten pounds and cross the border,

make sweet love upon the white sandy shore.

It's always just around the corner or you're on your way to somewhere that is bigger or better...

if you could only get there.

It's never your fault you can't start your own winning streak,

but I'd hate to lose you to the fortune you seek.

I'm gonna lose my mind and sail the ocean,

'cause somebody told me

there were cherry blue skies.

I'm gonna fix my mind with a final destination

and have a deep sleep upon a sweet dream.

I never realize, no...

Listen up now, honey, you're gonna be sorry.

You can't get out from under a sky that is falling.

And you say:

No fame, no money;

I'm nobody.

The way I'm running has sure got me down on my knees.

But next stop,

ooh, Vegas, please.

Can you take me to Vegas?

I need to see Vegas.

Can you take me to Vegas?

Yeah, yeah.