Oh lord won't you please just let this honky tonk stay open Cause I have no place to go come closing time And all my friends are here and I just need to keep on soaking All the deep and dark recesses of my mind And I'd rather be here than anywhere that I can think of And I'm probably gonna be here until they throw me out Cause last call don't mean not one damn thing to me It's just another cue for me to go get my next round ♪ Oh lord won't you please make sure that jukebox don't quit playing And make sure that keg ain't floating in the back Cause I still got room for one more and my dancing shoes are on And I got a few more hours before I got to hit the sack And I'd rather be here than anywhere that I can think of And I'm probably gonna be here until they throw me out Cause the last call don't mean not one damn thing to me It's just another cue for me to go get my next round ♪ And I'd rather be here than anywhere that I can think of And I'm probably gonna be here until they throw me out Cause last call don't mean not one damn thing to me Well it's just another cue for me to go get my next round Well it's just another cue for me to go get my next round Well it's just another cue for me to go get my next round