Well a person can work up a mean, mean thirst
After a hard day of nothin' much at all
Summer's pa**ed, it's too late to cut the gra**
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I just ain't in the mood
to take my place in back with the loudmouths
You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at the house
And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?
Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
I'll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway
Everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
'Cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Yes, here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?
(Or the pain?)
Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
He says, "Opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut."
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the gla**, then the leaves that last, here comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall