Lyrics

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