House Of Negotiable Affections

The house stood on the outskirts of an old ghost town

I brushed aside the cobwebs, walked in and looked around

I found a dusty diary beside a worn out bed

Dated 1882 and this is what it said

This town has seven blacksmiths, twenty-five saloons

Thirty-seven churches, and two-hundred hotel rooms

More Longhorn Texas cattle than I have ever seen

And the finest little cathouse this side of New Orleans

In the House of Negotiable Affections

Every cowboy is as special as the next one

All the ladies are so lovely with their painted on complexions

At the House of Negotiable Affections

From Kansas down to Texas is a long and tiresome course

And a cowboy needs more comfort than sidekick and a horse

So he'll climb that spiral staircase to a dim lit little room

Where he'll touch those red silk stockings and smell that sweet perfume

In the House of Negotiable Affections

There's Kansans and Nebraskans and there's Texans

Lookin' up at the ceilin', laughin' at their own reflections

In the House of Negotiable Affections

I closed that dusty diary and laid it on the shelf

Then all at once the bedsprings started squeakin' by themselves

When I saw her ghostly figure, I nearly died of fright

She said for half a dollar you can stay with me all night

At the House of Negotiable Affections

She was wearin' nothin' but a pale complexion

I guess you might say I made a spiritual connection

At the House of Negotiable Affections

There's a few old cowboy bones, but mostly ghostly apparitions

In the House of Negotiable Affections