[ with Waylon Jennings ]
We skipped the light fandango and turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink the waiter brough a tray
And so it was that later as the Miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale
[ guitar ]
She said there is no reason for the truth is plain to see
But I wondered why my playing cards just would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins were leaving for the coast
Although both my eyes were wide open they might just have well been closed
And so it was that later...