Widow City (song)

From Blueberry Boat

Lyrics

Antioch agent wrote a letter per usual
Dated it’s a hundred degrees perpetual
Sent via the swift dromedary
Traversing her ways on the odd and even days

Said the lion has come up from his thicket
And they've managed to void "My lottery ticket
Drunk on wormwood in Widow City
Widow City’s drunk on wormwood

Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plan of a strange little vine

And foxes on the mountain girls!
There's foxes on the mountain girls
So to negotiate the deserts and pits
you can’t rely on your dim wits."

Wag your head and clean your clocks
Ready for the rendezvous with the sticks and the stocks
Taught the wicked ones the ways,
said what was sent via the swift
Dromedary traversing on the odd and even days

Drunk on wormwood in Widow City
Widow City’s drunk on wormwood

Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plan of a strange little vine

It made my chain even heavier if you can imagine
It made my chain even heavier if you can imagine

Drunk on wormwood, Widow City
Widow City’s drunk on wormwood

Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might detangle myself with the degenerate plan of a strange little vine

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