Wildwood Saloon - Rachel Sweet

Never go drinking in the Wildwood Saloon

The vibes keep hauling down, down

Down on your spirits you might drink up too soon

If you meet a love who is so fatally fine

In the redlight district of my broken soul

Standing in the lamp post’s 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

Oh, fine.

Fine as wine

When I get the money, I ain’t got the time

I love strange men like an egg from a wall

I keep falling, falling down, down

King’s men 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

Oh, fine.

Fine as wine

When I get the money, I ain’t got the time

Fly’s 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 may drink up too soon

If you meet a love so fatally fine

Fine as wine

When I get the time, I ain’t got the money

Oh, fine.

Fine as wine

When I get the money, I ain’t got …