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