Texty: Hayes Carll. Drunken Poet's Dream.

I got a woman she's wild as Rome
She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
She crosses a bridge and then sets it on fire
Lands like a bird on a telephone wire

Wine bottles scattered like last nights clothes
Cigarettes, papers, and dominoes
She laughs for a minute about the shape I'm in
Says, "You be the sinner honey, I'll be the sin."

Chorus:
I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poets dream

There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
Some old paper back books of Louis L'Amour
She says, "Honey, don't worry 'bout judgement day."
All these people goin' to heaven, they're just in our way

Repeat Chorus

And all my life I laid around while the colors all turned blue
Closed my eyes and finally found it brought me back to you

I got a woman she's wild as Rome
She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
She crosses a bridge then sets it on fire
Lands like a bird on a telephone wire

Repeat Chorus