Bar Band Blues

Well, I'm a-workin' in a bar band, lookin' for a good hand
The barkeep fell asleep watchin' the newsman
A blonde girl strolled in, said she'd have a shot of gin
Sat on a bar stool next to some damn fool
The innocent one says, "Baby, it's in the wind"

Well, iron and steel and the Virginia Reel
The girls dance in tight pants causin' a big deal
I hocked my best guitar at a chance to be a star
It kinda fell through; my clothes were brand new
A clean set of stud duds don't get ya too far

The drummer and the horn man
Are outta the tin can
Did time for the crime of a
Bar band blues man

Well, once in a blue moon they hang 'em at high noon
Reply is a sigh that the end is comin' soon
And Friday night's the poker game, last time the cops came
Hooker's in the back room with a guy on his honeymoon
Two fellas are wonderin' how they got the same name

Well, speak up if you can
Take a shot of medicine
Your hope's on the ropes
'Cause it's the bar band blues man



Credits
Writer(s): Michael C. Kelley
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