Dear John Letter Lounge

(álbum: It's A Good Night For Singin' - 1976)

Well, I guess it finally happened
I'm tired of running 'round
I thank you for waiting on me
While I was painting the town
For years and years you stood by me
Telling me I'm ruining my life
I'm tired of all these honky tonks
And that fly by night life

Well, tonight a bottle stands alone
In the Dear John Letter Lounge
Waiting on me for company
But I won't be around
Find someone else to take my place
While I rejoin my wife
'Cause I'm tired of all these Honky Tonks
And that fly by night life

Old Ira's tending bar right now
Probably wondering where I am
Zekey's sharking pool, for five a throw
And Old Lucy Fay Lorraine's
Taking side bets on the game
And old Pop Fox keeps saying he's got to go

I'm gonna miss old Jim and all my friends
In the Dear John Lounge downtown
I'm gonna miss ole Willie on the Jukebox
Singing songs round after round
I'm gonna miss the face of strangers
And the steady passers by
I'm agonna miss the Dear John Letter Lounge
And that fly by night life

Old Ira's tending bar right now
Probably wondering where I am
And Zekey's sharking pool, for five a throw
And old Lucy brings the drinks
Takes a side bet on the game
And old Pop Fox keeps saying he's got to go