the night is cold here on this groundnI hear that dog a howling makes me want to smile - causenI know a rowdy place where nthe whiskeys warm and women are toonwhen I get to Ybor City nall them women going to love me through and throughnnthe tensions mounting boy them bullets flynroll over on my back and stare into the skynthem stars look cold and lonesomenbut I know where the ladies are sweet as winenwhen I get to Ybor City nall the women going to love me out my mindnngive me a minute boysnI ain’t dead yetnit’s just I’m tired of fighting nlet me catch my breath - causenI know a place that smells ofncigars and sweet, sweet perfumenwhen I get to Ybor Citynall them women going to treat me like a kingnwhen I get to Ybor Citynall them women going to treat me like a kingnnall you women going to treat me like a kingnnfighting for my life said around midnightnall you women going to treat me like a king