I look at the crowd
As I pour out the words of my song.
Tonight for a while there were some Even singing along.
Now I read the faces and I know What's on their minds.
Like the man playing pool,
Tryna impress the girls with his style,
Sticks out a mile.
He says "Pour me a whiskey bar tender now please, all night I've been drinking your beer.
Just one more drink makes the going home easier."
He says "pour me a long one,
Make it a strong one,
Fill up my glass one more time, Before closing time".
See the woman who wears too Much make-up,
Sits by the stage.
The man that she married
Ran off with a girl half her age.
"Just set up the drink", she says,
"I've got some money to spend". Now raise all your glasses,
Let's drink to another weekend;
My friends.
She says pour me a whiskey bar tender I plead, All night I've been drinking your beer.
Just one more drink makes the going home easier.
Yeah pour me a long one,
Make it a strong one,
Fill up my glass one more time; Before closing time.
Last orders and gentlemen,
Now if you please.
And the bartender turns down the lights
And picks up his keys.
Now I sing my last song,
And thank you for being so kind,
Tonight was alright
And I think I might stay on behind,
After time.
I said pour me a whiskey bartender now please,
All night I've been drinking your beer.
Just one more drink makes the going home easier.
Yeah pour me a long one,
Make it a strong as you pour out my Drink the clock chimes;
It's closing time.
It's closing time,
It's closing time.