I got a woman she's wild as Rome
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She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
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She crosses a bridge and then sets it on fire
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Lands like a bird on a telephone wire
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Wine bottles scattered like last nights clothes
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Cigarettes, papers, and dominoes
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She laughs for a minute about the shape I'm in
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Says, "You be the sinner honey, I'll be the sin."
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Chorus:
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I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna scream
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I'm gonna get me some mescaline
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She brings me roses and a place to lean
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A drunken poets dream
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There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
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Some old paper back books of Louis L'Amour
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She says, "Honey, don't worry 'bout judgement day."
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All these people goin' to heaven, they're just in our way
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Repeat Chorus
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And all my life I laid around while the colors all turned blue
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Closed my eyes and finally found it brought me back to you
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I got a woman she's wild as Rome
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She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
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She crosses a bridge then sets it on fire
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Lands like a bird on a telephone wire
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Drunken Poet's Dream
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Hayes Carll |