Drunken Poet's Dream
I got a woman, she's wild as Rome
She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
Well, she crosses a bridge then sets in on fire
Lands like a bird on a telephone wire
Wine bottles scattered like last night's clothes
Cigarettes, papers, and dominoes
Well, she laughs for a minute 'bout the shape I'm in
Says, "You be the sinner, honey, I'll be the sin"
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 poet's dream
There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
Some old paperback 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"
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 poet's dream
Now, all my life, I laid around
While the colors all turned blue
Well, I close my eyes
And I finally found it
Brought me back to you
I got a woman, she'd wild as Rome
Aw, she likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
Well, she crosses a bridge then sets in on fire
Lands like a bird on a telephone wire
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 poet's dream
A drunken poet's dream
A drunken poet
She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
Well, she crosses a bridge then sets in on fire
Lands like a bird on a telephone wire
Wine bottles scattered like last night's clothes
Cigarettes, papers, and dominoes
Well, she laughs for a minute 'bout the shape I'm in
Says, "You be the sinner, honey, I'll be the sin"
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 poet's dream
There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
Some old paperback 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"
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 poet's dream
Now, all my life, I laid around
While the colors all turned blue
Well, I close my eyes
And I finally found it
Brought me back to you
I got a woman, she'd wild as Rome
Aw, she likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
Well, she crosses a bridge then sets in on fire
Lands like a bird on a telephone wire
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 poet's dream
A drunken poet's dream
A drunken poet
Credits
Writer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard, Hayes Carll
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