22 July 2012

Why dontcha come sit down next to me and feel the heat for a while

For a whiskey I'll tell ya what's hidden beneath my smile

As a boy I fell into the wrong crowd, thinking it a laugh

They made me their stooge, stood back and sent me down the wrong path

Im ashamed to say many a father has fallen with the kiss of my gun

I ran from my past and the war may be over but no one has won

I toured the smokey bars where I sang all my songs

I kissed the girls, even loved a few, but now all that is gone.

I have two girls and four sons that I know the names of

I'm sure there's more, now it's me that cries at not knowing their love

There was one woman I held thinking she would save me

But I frightened her off, destroying her love gradually

Now I spend my days at the same lopsided bar stool

Telling tales of my life for a drink but I'm nobody's fool

I may be stooped, the joke of this bar but inside still burns a dangerous fire

Ask any man that has looked in my eyes there's none that dare call me a liar

So thank you my boy for the drink and your company

When you're next feeling down, be thankful that you are not me.

BurrfootOld Man At The Bar • Opuss № I