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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