There's a place in Sand Canyon Where the sun is always set Beneath the Sierra Nevadas In the shadow of a cliff There's a face in the mirror I haven't seen yet This bar looks as good as any For a little refreshment Closing time, closing time I'll sit here awhile And drink this bottle real slow Let the jukebox lull me gently Before it's time to go Closing time, closing time Turn the key, lock the door, I'm going home Give me refuge from the daylight Give me solace in the night Let me tithe in the only church I know One more drink before the lights go low Closing time, closing time Closing time, closing time Turn the key, lock the door, I'm going home