Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
From Robert Hunter's performing repertoire, but no recordings issued.
There ain't nothing your Lord Almighty
your goddamned bloodstained dollar can buy around here
Reno roll
Higher, higher, higher
Reno roll
High, high ...
Higher, higher, higher
Hey, Reno roll
It's unbelievable
How much you try
High, high,
Higher, higher, higher
Reno roll
I recall you knocking on my door one day
Believing my pretty girl's man was away
Now goddamn Reno, who you think I am
Walk in here, try to shake my hand?
Hey, Reno roll
Higher, higher, higher
Hey, Reno roll
You got nothing to complain about
But you do roll in when you should roll out
Reno roll
Higher, higher, higher
Reno roll
High, high ...
Higher, higher, higher
Hey, Reno roll
It's unbelievable
How much you try
High, high,
Higher, higher, higher
Reno roll
Your dog run wild and your cat gone stray
Your horse been feeding on another man's hay
Shit out of luck but your folks are rich
So goddamn Reno, what the hell's your bitch?
Hey, Reno roll
Higher, higher, higher
Hey, Reno roll
Hot Choritta with a twist of red
Now damn-it-all, Reno, what the hell I said
Don't come waving those big fat bucks
You might be loaded but your style still sucks
Reno roll
Higher, higher, higher
Reno roll
High, high ...
Higher, higher, higher
Hey, Reno roll
It's unbelievable
How much you try
High, high,
Higher, higher, higher
Reno roll