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Las Vegas Nevada,  1931

Tony the Hat living high out in the desert sun

He's got the blues

Somebody lucky comes around

He's got the blues

Cause somebody lucky is shaken' him down

 

Can't we talk about this

Better yet see eye to eye

Nobody's doing nothin' to nobody

That somebody else ain't gonna try

I've got the blues

Have a good thing going man

I've got the blues

Ain't nobody telling me

What I should do, I'll be damned

 

We've got no laws

They've got no cause

They've got our names

And have us all in their dirty little hands

So we'll pack it up and head west

 

Who's telling you something you don't want to hear

Something you don't like

Who's folding their cards on the table

Who's cutting' you down to size

You've got the blues

I guess that's how it rolls

You've got the blues

And I'm not sticking around for your show

 

We've got no laws

They've got no cause

They've got our names

And have us all in their dirty little hands

So we'll head on back to LA

 

Can't we talk about this

Better yet see eye to eye

Nobody's doing nothin' to nobody

Somebody else ain't gonna try

I've got the blues

Have a good thing goin' man

I've got the blues

Ain't nobody telling me

What I should do. I'll be damned

Freemont Street, 1931, Las Vegas. Tony “the Hat” Cornero had a good thing going.  He’d just finished construction of The Meadows (a translation of the Spanish words “Las Vegas”) It was the first of its kind and a forerunner to the modern casinos that followed in the forties. Making headlines as the finest casino in Sin City, The Meadows offered up expensive liquor, gorgeous women and a high-end nightclub featuring lively performances. One such performer was a young girl named Francis Gumm who would later become known as Judy Garland.

 

Cornero’s highfalutin operations soon caught the eye of several rival casino owners. Costa Nostra mob boss Charles “Lucky” Luciano and cohort Meyer Lansky demanded a percentage of Cornero’ gambling profits.  Familiar with operating on the fringe of national crime syndicates and wealthy enough to take a stand, Cornero refused. The Meadows was soon torched and he was sent packing from the City of Sin. This set the stage for a lifetime of bad blood with the east coast mob.

 

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