Rachel Sweet - Wildwood Saloon by Rachel Sweet lyrics

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 [BRIDGE] 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 ... --- .