Late Night Fadeout King
(Mary McBride, Greg Beshers)
Been talking all day
About an all night ride
Shoot down the middle
Back up to the side
Might snag a drink
At any old price
Half a bottle in
And he’s out like a light
Worked fifty jobs
Walked a million miles
Drove trucks cross Texas
like a chicken gone wild
Flew a prop plan
Over Peruvian lines
Is there a difference
Between fantasy and lies
Late night fadeout king
Never stops dreaming, never stops to think
All talking no walking about the wonders of the world
All talking no walking now he’s losing this girl
He’s a drifter, a dreamer
A last call schemer
Playing every hand
Loses every game
Burned every bridge
Noe stranded ashore
It’s such a long walk
From the bar to the door
Drools in his highball
Screaming jay screams
Mumbling something
What the hell does he mean?
Butt’s smoked out
Throat’s bone dry
Time to go time ago
Missed all the signs
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