Rachel Sweet - Wildwood Saloon by Rachel Sweet [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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 ...
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