Molly O!

Oh my, that road sign says 50 miles to Poughkeepsie

And she said, it's you and only you

Who can bring out the gypsy in me

You know, I want to be one of the lost, and the young and the golden

And if we get us a triple beam, we'll be rolling

And I can get anything you need

I can get anything you'll ever need

Hey, Molly-O

Hey, Molly-O

Hey, Molly-O

Lord knows I'm trying

But I can't let you go

Good trips and bad trips

We're still gonna hold our lips to the chalice

Even when the scales are tipped,

It's your virtue that hangs in the balance

I've only wanted to be one of the young, the lost, and the golden

And if we get us a triple beam we'll be rolling

I can be anything you need

I can be anything you need

I can be anything you'll ever need

Hey, Molly-O

Hey, Molly-O

Hey, Molly-O

Hey, Molly-O

Lord knows I'm trying

But I can't let you go