Two Glasses, Joe
Set up two glasses, Joe
And turn the jukebox low
And let me sit and reminisce
While I pretend that she
Is sitting here with me
The way she did not long ago
We used to paint the town red
and dance until two
Well, I don't paint it red no more
But I'm painting it blue
He stole her love I know
But he can't stop me, Joe
From having just a dream or two
Set up two glasses, Joe
Maybe you didn't know
But there's a memory in the room
A memory that walks
A memory that talks
And haunts me everywhere I go
I'm just a fool who loves her
And will till I die
From the very first hello
To the last goodbye
Well this is it you know
So fill the glasses Joe
And leave me here alone to cry
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