Cigarettes, whiskey and wild, wild women. They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane. Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women. They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane.
I strolled to an old mission garden and as I was kneeling alone. An arm gently fell on my shoulder it was the padre of old San Antone. We went for a walk in the garden and as we were talking alone.
If I sent a rose to you. For every time you made me blue. You'd have a room full of roses. If I sent a rose of white. For every time I cried all night.
If I sent a rose to you. For every time you made me blue. You'd have a room full of roses. If I sent a rose of white. For every time I cried all night.
Cigareets and whuskey and wild wild women. They'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane. Cigareets and whuskey and wild wild women. They'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.
Cigarettes, whiskey and wild, wild women. They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane. Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women. They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane.