Now John at the bar is a friend of mine, and he gets me my drinks for free, and he's quick with a joke, ou to light up your smoke, but there's some place that he'd rather be... He says Bill I believe this is killing me, as a smile ran away from his face. Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star, if I could get out of this place.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday the regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting suivant to me Makin' l’amour to his tonic and gin
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He says son can ya play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes. But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete, when I wore a younger man's clothes.
