Wildwood Saloon

Never go drinking in the Wildwood Saloon The vibes keep falling down, down Down on your spirits, you might drink up too soon If you meet a love who's so fatally fine In the red-light district of my broken soul Standing in the lamp post light Swear our love's sacred, he shrugs, "It's alright" Our bodies say that it's fine Fine as wine When I get the time I ain't got the money Fine, fine as wine When I the money I ain't got the time I love strange men Like an egg from a wall I keep on falling down, down Kingsmen and horses can't find me at all I have that feeling so fatally fine Fine as wine When I get the time I ain't got the money Fine, fine as wine When I get the money I ain't got the time Flies in my whiskey, he says his name's Mike His little dress rehearsal for a dime Mike talks of prudence and he dances on a stool He thinks my whiskey tastes fine Never go drinking in the Wildwood Saloon The vibes keep falling down, down Down on your spirits, you might drink up too soon If you meet a love who is fatally fine Fine as wine When I get the time I ain't got the money Fine, fine as wine When I get the money I ain't got