Old Wolf

(album: Tell The Devil I'm Gettin' There As Fast As I Can - 2018)

A funky old cat's just tryna make a living
Singing the blues in a dead-end bar
A few is listening, most is talking
Ain't a lot of action around the tip jar

The bartender is an old navy vet
He says, "The VA ain't worth a goddamn"
The waitress's name is Maggie, but they call her Black Betty
Bam ba lam, bam ba lam

Bikers wearing colors, got outstanding warrants
Are in a dark corner selling truckers speed
At the back door, which ain't ever been opened
A paltry sort of criminal is dealing weed

Ahoo, the wolf is howling at the door
Ahoo, the old wolf really wants some more

Now two old men in torn tank tops
Are dancing to a Jimmy Reed groove
Fallen from grace and long forgotten
Showing no remorse for their tear drop tattoos

A blond divorcee drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon
Dresses as if she was Mamie Van Doren
Wants you to know that she got some standards
She'll take little gifts, but she ain't whoring

Ahoo, the wolf is howling at the door
Ahoo, the old wolf really wants some more

Ahoo, the wolf is howling at the door
Ahoo, the old wolf really wants some more