Verse 1

She had dust on her boots

Ticket folded in her hand

Said

"I’m chasing Dionysia

Down some barroom with a band"

I was leaning by the doorway

Trying hard to play it cool

But her laugh lit up the neon

Turned a stranger to a fool

Chorus

Dionysia

Pour it slow tonight

Let the stories spill in the yellow light

Diona’s in the corner

Humming soft and low

Dio’s at the table saying

"Baby

Don’t you go"