BARTENDER, WON’T YOU POUR ANOTHER ROUND?
I GOT 27 REASONS FOR SITTING HERE THIS EVENING
AND DON’T YOU KNOW THEY ALL REVOLVE AROUND
THAT SAME OLD STORY
LOST LOVE AND GLORY
AND GOLDEN HAIR, THE DARKEST EYES
FOR A SUMMER SHE WAS MINE
I WISH THE BARS WERE ALWAYS OPEN
FOR HEARTS THAT ARE BROKEN
‘CAUSE HEARTACHE DOESN’T HAVE A CLOSING TIME
THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO AT 4 AM
‘CEPT CRAZY AS HELL OR SOME CHEAP HOTEL
CAN’T SPEND ANOTHER NIGHT IN OUR OLD BED
NO SENSE IN SLEEPING
‘CAUSE I’LL JUST START DREAMING
OF GOLDEN HAIR, THE DARKEST EYES
I’M STILL HER’S BUT SHE’S NOT MINE
I NEED TO BE WITH THOSE THREE FRIENDS OF MINE
TEQUILA, SALT & LIME
I WISH THE BARS WERE ALWAYS OPEN
FOR HEARTS THAT ARE BROKEN
‘CAUSE HEARTACHE DOESN’T HAVE A CLOSING TIME
