She leaves long messages   From towns I've never been   She can't get her point across    I think she means that she misses me      She sends long letters from great big cities   They're full of all of her confessions   She never leaves return addresses      She's an acrobat   She's like a bus stop gypsy   She'll fuck you if you pay her fare    She'll follow signs to anywhere      Draw your whiskey from the wells of Tennessee   Get your wine from California   But get your kisses from me      She's like a circus clown   She's like a suitcase baby   She'll go traveling in a caravan    And through the arms of many men      She knows her way around those moonlight towns   She goes sleeping in the sanctuary   And dancing in the cemeteries      She loves to leave but she hates when she's away   She's got lovers out in Indiana   Wilmington, New York and Savannah      Draw your whiskey from the wells of Tennessee   Get your wine from California   But get your kisses from me      Draw your whiskey from the wells of Tennessee   Get your wine from California   But get your kisses from me      Oh draw your whiskey from the wells of Tennessee   Get your wine from California   But get your kisses from me