Weekends at the old hole

They got it going on without a care

You know we’ll be playing there

Singing songs, and carrying on

The girls they get all gassed up

First they’ll spit you out, then they’ll take you in

All I smell is booze and sin

Subtle life of a music man

Its that whiskey drinking, guitar playing

Every Friday night

That gets em happy

So all you riders, and all nighters

Lets get it going til the break of dawn

Six dollar pitchers, and back door pleasures

Lets get it going til the break of dawn

Sawdust on the dance floor,

Frankies Hanging out behind the bar

Now all them drinks he fix are awful strong

Its just the way the girls like em

My friend Donnies’ at the front

He's picking up my pay from all my friends

You know I never really did fit in

To the working style of a normal man

Its that whiskey drinking, guitar playing

Every night

That keeps me going

So all you riders, and all nighters

Lets get it going til the break of dawn

Six dollar pitchers, and back door pleasures

Lets get it going til the break of dawn

Woke up Monday morning and found that

She was really gone for good

Man now you know its understood

Splitting time with a music man

So I’ll head back to hole

For pay and booze and overnight affairs

Yeah you know we’ll be playing there

Subtle life of a music man

So all you riders, and all nighters

Lets get it going til the break of dawn

Six dollar pitchers, and back door pleasures

Lets get it going til the break of dawn

© DeSoto Rust 2009