The night is cold here on this ground I hear that dog a howling makes me want to smile - cause I know a rowdy place where the whiskeys warm and women are too When I get to Ybor City all the women going to love me through and through
The tensions mounting boy them bullets fly Roll over on my back and stare into the sky The stars look cold and lonesome but I know where the ladies are sweet as wine When I get to Ybor City all the women going to love me out my mind
Give me a minute, boys I ain’t dead yet It’s just I’m tired of fighting Let me catch my breath - cause I know a place that smells of cigars and sweet, sweet perfume When I get to Ybor City all them women going to treat me like a king When I get to Ybor City all them women going to treat me like a king
All you women going to treat me like a king
All you women going to treat me like a king
Fighting for my life said around midnight All you women going to treat me like a king All you women going to treat me like a kingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
