Wild Child from Wisco

She stumbled in
Sun at her back
Smell of Egyptian
Dressed in all black
She had a face meant for starin'
I'm sure I was seen
Threw ten in the tip jar
Asked to find her some green
I could tell by the accent
She had strayed far from home
Just lookin' for freedom
And a place to be gone
We danced in the kitchen
Made love on the ground
She took what she needed
Then saw herself out

Heard them old folks say
Better hold on to an angel
But she's a gypsy with wings
So lord I hope that I'm able
Come hell or high water
Fore' the death of me
I'm gonna carry that girl back to Tennessee
My good time
Wild child from Wisco

She said don't grow weary
She'd be back in due time
I reckon she told that
To every fool she would find
Front row at the Shank Hall
Ten dollars in hand
My blue-eyed Cleopatra
Come to wreck me again
And again

Them old folks say
Better hold on to an angel
But she's a gypsy with wings
So lord I hope that I'm able
Come hell or high water
Fore' the death of me
I'm gonna carry that girl back to Tennessee
My good time
Wild child from Wisco
She's my good time
Wild child from Wisco



Credits
Writer(s): Lucian Greene
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