Road house blues
A pocket full of heartaches,
a hole in my old blue jeans,
A life that’s treated me mean.
A bar girl, beauty queen,
That’s lost her girlhood dreams
Cold and empty or so it seems.
Staring she seems not care;
For a fellow like me, with no fare!
Given the chance we’d make a pair.
A roadhouse love affair
That’s never going anywhere.
As we look for things not there.
A drink or two
It’s the best we can do
Between the likes of me and you!
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