Bob Weir & Ratdog - October Queen

October Queen Well, I spend my tomcat nights in New Orleans Always 'round this red moon time of year Just let it go, and fall right off the deep end 'Cause you sure don't look for soul salvation here Bars and alleys are running wild with Frat Rats And your three-piece Bible-belt conventioneers And your drag queens and your strip bars And your hazy purple streetlights All steaming up the atmosphere She always waits for me right down there in the lobby A little shop-worn but sure not the worst I've seen And I nod across the way to Bon Temps Billy's Black Water Lounge And she nods back, 'cause we both know what that means She follows me on in like we're both strangers 'Cause I kind of can't afford, y'all, to be seen She's got that far-off, smokey, leaves-are-falling look in her eyes A true last chance October Queen And I know it's gonna be one hell of a evening Just like the year before, and the year before, and the year before Still something about it, something about her Something that always evades my memory I don't know what it is There's so little I recall, little I recall So we small talk and drink our way through the motions And then the lights dim for the big show up in my room On a thread-bare bed with feathers and scented lotions Like some kind of carnival gin-soaked dream cartoon Well I guess you can chalk up one more night up for the ages And I wake up in a haze of sweat and cheap purfume But she's way long gone, way long gone at the cottonmouth sunrise And I don't know if it's way too late or way too soon Down the street, the hose wagon's Washing last night on down the storm drain And I'm lying here and my head's on fire and my body's flat Guess it's gonna take a long hot shower or two to wash it away, wash it away We just won't talk about that And I think about the life that I'll go back to And the congregation that pays my country club and rent But at 1:55 Delta flight 648 gonna take off and fly And I'll have one more full year to repent And I bet it was one hell of an evening Just like the year before, and the year before, and the year before Still there's something about it, something about her Something always evades my memory I don't know what it is There's so little I recall, little I recall Something about, something about her Something about, something about her Something about, something about her Something about, something about her [etc]