Lyrics:
The nights to come were long and slow to go
Somewhere in Vietnam a 19 year old soldier walked out of a barroom
And he said, ''I must be seeing things, that
Princess cards she sends me with her regards
Oh, barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard
Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed
know it was the hottest part of the day
And I took the horses up to the stall
Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all
Three days in the saddle,
Long distance runner, what you standing there for?
Get up, get out, get out of the door
You're playing cold music on the barroom floor
Drowned in
and the barroom gin
In the Belmont chair playing violin
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades
But the dealer just stares
boy...)
And I laid my head in a barroom door
And I can't get drunk, drunk no more
Now if you can't do the sugary get yourself on out of this house to me
I met a gin-soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just
Hey I'm the center of attention in thi barroom yeah
I've got the biggest heartache of the year
And each night those swnging doors reach out for me
I used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I'd known
But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom, baby
And you
all brown
I hit every barroom from Bakersfield to Boston
Seeking whiskey, fortune and fame
Countin' these white lines sure gets lonely
Someday they'll
I met her, just a barroom queen in Memphis
She tried to make me upstairs for a ride
She had to carry me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can't
as I drank in the barroom through the front door my little girl came
I watched as she slowly approached me and trembled as she spoke my name
My mind
and leave that barroom with her
No, I didn't see you and I didn't see you and we didn't see a thing
George, I know I didn't hear you tell that blonde that
and the barroom gin
In the Belmont chair playing violin
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades
But the dealer just stares
While Wade Boggs lay unconscious on the barroom tile...
We're talkin' softball...
From Maine to San Diego.
Talkin' softball...
Mattingly
There'll always be a few of us
To keep the barrooms busy
And there'll always be fools like me
With no place else to turn
'Cause liquor has
what to say
That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down
That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down
We searched in every barroom
An' honky-tonk
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis
I tried to take her upstairs for a ride
I had to heave her right across my shoulder
I just don't
Princess cards she sends me with her regards
Oh, barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard
Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed
shake their heads and wonder
They can't believe I'm still around
They can search the backstreet barrooms
To see if I'm with someone new
But if they
getting away
You ought to seen John Hardy getting away
John Hardy stood in that old barroom
So drunk that he could not see
And a man walked up
Tonight in a barroom I'm sitting apart from the laughter and cheer
The scenes of my life past before me while watching the bubbles in my beer
Each night I leave the barroom when it's over
Not feeling any pain at closing time
But tonight you memory found me much to sober
Couldn't drink
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