Smuggler's Town

this old smuggler’s town, i keep hanging round

ain’t no place for a Mississippi Queen

Drinking noon till dawn… living for a song

Is the farthest thing from a white picket dream ….

so i can’t blame her at all…

she couldn’t take the bars the drunks the crooks, the crazy

all the maybes and someday baby

you and me we’ll get out of here

she couldn’t make the whiskey highs, the running round

the up all night, the coming down, everything that it was to me

She couldn’t stay, And i Couldn’t Leave …

debutantes make plans, they don’t sleep on the sand

spending their days half baked and chasing waves

if they do it’s just a phase, till the thrill of it all fades

and you wake to find your gypsy is on a plane

she couldn’t take the bars the drunks the crooks, the crazy

all the maybes and someday baby

you and me we’ll get out of here

she couldn’t make the whiskey highs, the running round

the up all night, the coming down, everything that it was to me

She couldn’t stay, And i Couldn’t Leave …

i couldn’t leave the bars the drunks the crooks the crazy..

the heat the beach maybe someday baby

but this old town sure got a hold on me

i couldn’t leave the whiskey highs, the running round

the up all night, the coming down, and all my friends

three sheets to the breeze

what can i say …She couldn’t stay and ..I couldn’t leave

this old smuggler’s town, i keep hanging round

ain’t no place for a Mississippi Queen

But She Ain’t Me