I met her at a basement place With a friendly atmosphere We wined and dined and had ourselves a time. I asked her to go home with me She said “I think I might” Then leaned and whispered in my ear I’m a fifty dollar woman tonight
Chorus
Warm beer, cigarette butts, and elbows on the bar I’ve got the blues I’ve never had before Why’s it always me and when’s it going to be when things start going right instead of wrong.
I left with only fifty bucks On a trip to see some friends And halfway in between I threw a rod. I sold my car for fifty more And then I traveled on And when I got to my friends house All my friends were gone
Chorus Warm beer, cigarette butts..............
I was pickin at a party We thought we’d take a break I was sitting back having a smoke sipping on a beer She staggered left she staggered right She was too drunk by far She tipped her glass took three steps back And fell on my Gibson guitar
Chorus Warm beer, cigarette butts and elbows in the bar................
Why’s it always me And when’s it gona be When things start goin right instead of wrong.
Reminiscent of a line from a song written by my brother:
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What's this song your bro wrote? Which bro? I must hear more about this song!
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ReplyDeleteI met her at a basement place
With a friendly atmosphere
We wined and dined and had ourselves a time.
I asked her to go home with me
She said “I think I might”
Then leaned and whispered in my ear
I’m a fifty dollar woman tonight
Chorus
Warm beer, cigarette butts, and elbows on the bar
I’ve got the blues I’ve never had before
Why’s it always me
and when’s it going to be
when things start going right instead of wrong.
I left with only fifty bucks
On a trip to see some friends
And halfway in between I threw a rod.
I sold my car for fifty more
And then I traveled on
And when I got to my friends house
All my friends were gone
Chorus
Warm beer, cigarette butts..............
I was pickin at a party
We thought we’d take a break
I was sitting back having a smoke sipping on a beer
She staggered left
she staggered right
She was too drunk by far
She tipped her glass
took three steps back
And fell on my Gibson guitar
Chorus
Warm beer, cigarette butts and elbows in the bar................
Why’s it always me
And when’s it gona be
When things start goin right instead of wrong.
This is really good! Great lyrics! Does Greg do much songwriting?
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