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."

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 Judgment 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

And all my life I laid around while the colors all turned blue

Well I 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

Well she crosses a bridge then sets it 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