Drunken Poet's Dream
Hayes Carll and Ray Wylie Hubbard

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I've got a woman she's wild as Rome
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She like being naked and be gazed upon
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She crosses a bridge and sets it on fire
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Lands like a bird on a telephone wire

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Wine bottles scattered like last nights clothes
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Cigarettes, papers, and dominoes
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She laughs for a minute about the shape Im in
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Says, You be the sinner honey, Ill be the sin.

CHORUS
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I'm gonna hollar and i'm gonna scream
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I'm gonna get me some mescaline
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She brings me roses and a place to lean
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A drunken poets dream

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There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
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Some old paperback books of Louis LAmour
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She says, Honey, dont worry bout judgement day.
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All these people goin to heaven, theyre just in our way

CHORUS
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I'm gonna hollar and i'm gonna scream
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I'm gonna get me some mescaline
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She brings me roses and a place to lean
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A drunken poets dream

CHANGE
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And all my life I laid around while the colors all turned blue
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Closed my eyes and finally found it brought me back to you

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I've got a woman she's wild as Rome
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She like being naked and be gazed upon
    E                               D
She crosses a bridge and sets it on fire
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Lands like a bird on a telephone wire

CHORUS
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I'm gonna hollar and i'm gonna scream
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I'm gonna get me some mescaline
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She brings me roses and a place to lean
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A drunken poets dream
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A drunken poets dream
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A drunken poets dream