I’m giving up my cigarettes
I’m giving up my bourbon roulettes
Gonna get myself together now
Somehow
Everybody’s having such fun
The women here will kiss to spite anyone
You ain’t nothin’ on account of your finery
The girls can see
A buck a dance for Sara Page
And every evening it’s the same old stage
And every night she’ll be going down again
For a ten
I’m picking up my Mary Grace
How I long to see her face
How I wish her light would never end
She’s my friend
Hose thе stalls, count my stock
Get the bar on the auction block
Ridе the beaut with my Mary by my side
She’s my bride
A buck a dance for Sara Page
And every evening it’s the same old stage
And every night she’ll be going down again