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 $10

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 the stalls, count my stock
Get the bar on the auction block
Ride the beaut with my Mary by 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



Lyrics submitted by NathanWestwood

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