I was playing Revelations, a bar on 57th,
Best way to describe the place is ... Armageddon.
At the close of Midnight Special, I went over for a drink.
I saddled up to the bar, gave this girl a wink.
She made her way toward me, said, “Hey, watcha drinkin?”
I smoothed out my moustache, said, “Tell me watcha thinkin.”
She ordered a concoction, an oddly colored batch.
“Try this Dead Soul,” she said. And then, “Down the hatch.”
Dead Soul went down like gasoline, I grabbed the bar for traction.
But when it hit my gut, man, I was ready for some action.
Left, it grabbed my guitar; right, it crossed a blessin.
I dragged her in the alley and I gave her a quick lesson.
She told me that there was no God, so I took that position.
Took scissors to my hair and beard, called it woman’s intuition.
She told me that to be a man, I had to give her tiny children.
Now I’m working for her father across the street from Revelations.