City In A Bottle - Shakey Graves

Well the cold has a hard time finding me

Unlike some folks I know

Yeah all the men down in Union Square

Are worried about the snow

'Cause when your pockets fill with dollar bills your heart forgets to eat

It’s a wicked thing, it owns this street

So fix your boots or take me home says quick Monique the freak

I need an easy dollar are you trick or are you treat

If she was six teeth younger and I had half a mind

You know I’d carry her away from that wicked thing outside

Oh well I saw a carried bundle

That had fingers eyes and toes

As a father of deception

I have never raised a soul

It’s a purchase capture second hand and cherished more than gold

It’s a shelter from the wicked thing that wanders in the night

Oh yeah so fix your boots or take me home says quick Monique the freak

Oh yeah I need an easy dollar are you trick or are you treat

Oh if she was six teeth younger and I had half a mind

You know I’d carry her away from that wicked thing outside

The water on the dirty streets has all but turned to ice

To pave the road for wicked things that wander in the night