New London
When you drive down main street in a passing car
There's ain't nothing to do that ain't a cold, dark bar
Yeah that much I know
No neon light
No movie stars
Just the same old place
Where your weekend starts
On a Friday night
He does the whisky and she takes the Gin
Come on mama, we're gonna do it again
We'll split when the coast is clear
Out through the alley and the parking lot
Up round the back
To the old rooftops
To get a good look around
Oh I see
No big ideas
Boarded up shops
After all these years
In my home town
Yeah, you know it's not a pretty sight
It's just New London on a
Friday night
Well, he had a belly full of liquor A
She had his baby from that
One night stand
And then he had to go
He picked it up and put it down again
One bad habit got the best of him
God rest his soul
Shots rang out
And then his baby cry
In front of Ernie's bar
All them flashing lights
People crowding 'round
Who is that laying in a pool of blood
Man, thank God it wasn't one us
No not this time
Yeah, it's just New London on a Friday night
A downtown strip
It's got a bit of soul
Loneliness, that makes your heart
Grow cold
Yeah, night after night
A whisky river and a flood of sin
Well come on boys
Don't let it
Do you in
Although it may try
There's not need to make a fuss
There's plenty of room here
For all of us
Yeah, in this small town
Band keeps playing 'til the final call
We all had too much alcohol
But it's alright
It's alright
Hey, it's just New London on a Friday night
There's ain't nothing to do that ain't a cold, dark bar
Yeah that much I know
No neon light
No movie stars
Just the same old place
Where your weekend starts
On a Friday night
He does the whisky and she takes the Gin
Come on mama, we're gonna do it again
We'll split when the coast is clear
Out through the alley and the parking lot
Up round the back
To the old rooftops
To get a good look around
Oh I see
No big ideas
Boarded up shops
After all these years
In my home town
Yeah, you know it's not a pretty sight
It's just New London on a
Friday night
Well, he had a belly full of liquor A
She had his baby from that
One night stand
And then he had to go
He picked it up and put it down again
One bad habit got the best of him
God rest his soul
Shots rang out
And then his baby cry
In front of Ernie's bar
All them flashing lights
People crowding 'round
Who is that laying in a pool of blood
Man, thank God it wasn't one us
No not this time
Yeah, it's just New London on a Friday night
A downtown strip
It's got a bit of soul
Loneliness, that makes your heart
Grow cold
Yeah, night after night
A whisky river and a flood of sin
Well come on boys
Don't let it
Do you in
Although it may try
There's not need to make a fuss
There's plenty of room here
For all of us
Yeah, in this small town
Band keeps playing 'til the final call
We all had too much alcohol
But it's alright
It's alright
Hey, it's just New London on a Friday night
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Writer(s): Sean William Spellman
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