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 7 blacksmiths, 25 saloons, 37 churches
and 200 hotel rooms more longhorn Texas cattle than I have ever seen, and the finest little cat house this side of New Orleans
In the house of negotiable affections every cowboy is the as special as the next one, all the ladies are so lovely with
their painted on complextions at the house of negotiable affections.
From Kansas down to Texas is a long and tiresome course and a cowboy needs more comfort than a sidekick and a horse, so
he'll climb that spiral staircase to a little dim lit room where he'll touch those red silk stockings and smell that sweet
perfume.
In the house of negotiable affections theres Kansas and Nebraskans and there's Texans lookin up at the ceiling laughing at
their own reflections in the house of negotiable affections.
I closed that dusty diary and laid it on the shelf and all at once the bed springs started sqeaking by themselves and I saw
her ghostly figure I nearly died of freight she said for half a dollar you can stay with me all night
At the house of negotiable affections she was wearing nothing but her pale complextion I guess you might've say I made a
spiritual connection at the house of negotiable affections.
Theres a few ole cowboy bones, mostly ghostly apparitions at the house of negotiable affections