Palm Wine Drunkard

Well you can drop me off in Limbo
On your way to West Hell
I will give your regards to the moon and the stars
From the bottom of a wishing well

Sounds like you heard all my secrets
On the inside track
Oh I laid it all bare, left nothing to spare
Now I'm never gonna take it back

But if you ever need for me to steal something for you
Just call my name on that inside track
You know my secrets and you got my number
I crossed my heart, now I'll never take it back

Just like a Palm Wine Drunkard playing ghost guitar
I'ma shake you right down
And take you right back
To the place where you already are

Let's get that sweet little girl back on the snakerophone
Would you crank it up high?
Would you shoot out the lights?
Would you hand me down my Stratotone?

But if you ever need for me to steal something for you
Just call my name on that inside track
You know my secrets, you got my number
I crossed my heart, I'll never take it back

I took it right down to the crossroads
I held my babe in my arms
And we danced 'til the dawn to those old Creole songs
Then they slipped into Les Barres De La Prison

And then I kissed all my diamonds
I got my hands on the dice
I screamed and I raved and I begged and I prayed
I could step into that river twice

Now baby, who do you think you're fooling?
Everybody knows and understands
You got me walking on pins and needles
But everybody knows that you're my man, you're my man