I met her in a bar, naturally

and naturally

she wanted to dance

I politely declined, naturally

I said I really hate this band

we went for a coffee at a little cafe

I had more picks in pocket

than I had spare change

she said hold it right there

just stop where you are

not another guy

not another guitar



couldn't get her off my mind,

naturally

and so naturally I gave her a call

someone else

answered the phone, naturally

then I recalled that

she lived with her ma

I said do you have a daughter

that's the fairest by far

she said who shall I say's calling

who shall I say that you are

tell her loverboy's here

and can I borrow her car?

oh, not another guy

not another guitar

no, not another guy

not another guitar



she said you boys of song

you're all the same

chasing a dream

that you cannot name

a shoulder to cry

a sofa to crash

a meal and a mamma

with no strings attached

she said you son of a song

know better I should

but you know how to make it all

sound so good



well, to make a long story short,

naturally

we fell in love

and she done me wrong

she'll say the same about me,

naturally

but to my face

and not in a song



we're both gonna make

that same old mistake

again someday

it's gonna happen to her

it'll sure 'nuff happen to me

there's just something

in that music that makes us

do that dance

in that special brew of tears and

beer and fear and romance



hey, it's loser's night in Teen Town

bring your fake ID

you know you're never too young

to be too old for me

and I'm never to bad to be more

trouble than I'm worth

just another sad angel singing to

the sad earth



well, it's another long night

it's another low moon

it's another long line

to hear another old tune

it's another long glance across

another long bar

another girl

another guy

another guitar

well I'm just another guy

with another guitar



Lyrics by Bob Walkenhorst

© 1994 Bob Walkenhorst Music BMI