I. The old gal fancies me, but I wish she’d keep her hand off my leg.
II. The vixen behind the bar who’s shirt is to tight mixes us another.
III. As I tell the old gal of her beauty, all her success and how in spite it we loved.
IV. Of how I let her down and how she ended it in the warmth of a southern night.
V. With her hand on my leg, an arm around my back and her head on my shoulder.
VI. She sheds a tear as the vixen behind the bar hits the lights and ends the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem