I grew up in dive bars
And honky-tonks
Watching my grandpa playing
For the local drunks
He never wrote a song
But he sings them like his own
With his red cup full of vodka
Making country gold
The smell of cheap beer
And cigarette smoke
Next to the crooked pool tables
Learning dirty jokes
Up way past my bedtime
In the neon glow
I knew when I heard Gary Stewart
It was almost time to go
When he sang…
“An empty glass, My last cigarette
It’s closing time, I’m drunk again
But somehow I’ll make it home
Cry myself to sleep
That’s the way the day ends
Every night for me”
I grew up on dirt roads
And worn cliches
Hearing my Paw Paw’s stories
About the good ole days
“oh boy god I happy”
Tug-o-war I never won
“Well I call it this”
King Kong baby in the morning sun
He got married young
But he never settled down
A Rolling stone forever
Asleep on my grandma’s couch
Taught me my first chords
Before too long I had a song
I could never make them sound like
The songs I heard when I was young
When he sang…
“An empty glass, My last cigarette
It’s closing time, I’m drunk again
But somehow I’ll make it home
Cry myself to sleep
That’s the way the day ends
Every night for me”
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