Wildwood Saloon Songtext
von Rachel Sweet

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