Honky Tonk Heroes

(альбом: Gypsy Boy - 1977)

The low down evening sun
I done did everything that needs done
Always me
Why can't I see
I'd best be leaving well enough alone?

Oh, them neon light nights
Couldn't stay out of fights
They keep-a, haunting me in memories
There's one in every crowd
For crying out loud
Why was it always turning out to be me?

Oh, where does it go?
The good Lord only knows
It seem like it was just the other day
I was down at Green Gables
Yeah, hogging 'em tables
And generally blowing all my hard earned pay

Piano rolled blues
Danced holes in my boots
There weren't another other way to be
For loveable losers
And no account to boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me (Yeah, Lord)

Piano rolled blues
Danced holes in my boots
There weren't another other way to be
For loveable losers
And no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me
Yeah, Lord

Hey, yeah, yeah
That's a good one