Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst

After a hard day of nothin' much at all

The summer's past, it's too late to cut the grass

There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall



And sometimes I just ain't in the mood

I take my place in back with the loudmouths

You're like a picture on the fridge, that's never stocked with food

I used to live at home, now I stay at the house



Everybody wants to be special here

They call your name out loud and clear



Here comes a regular. Call out your name

Here comes a regular. Am I the only one here today?



Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town

Once the police made you go away

And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now

I take a great big whiskey to ya anyway



Everybody wants to be someones' here

Someone's gonna show up, never fear



Here comes a regular. Call out your name

Here comes a regular. Am I the only one who feels ashamed?



And even on his side, old Sad Eyes

Says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut

All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy

A fool will waste his life, God rest his guts



First the lights then the collar goes up and the wind begins to blow

Turn your back on a pay-you-back last call

First the grass then the leaves at last here comes the snow

Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall





--mjr--

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