Virst
Ferses
aka Whiskey
Wagon Woman
A wagon
load of women wet and wild
Met a
wagon load of whiskey, strong, not mild
They
rolled up to the mountains to a meadow in the sky
To my
little homey cabin, they came to get me high
We danced
around my parlor, we partied on my bed
When I
tried to love one she said ‘let’s drink!’ instead
With a
bottle for a boyfriend and whiskey on her mind
My
whiskey wagon woman was doing me unkind
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