Closing Time
Brock Zeman
Jimmy's leaning against the bar
He's got that greasy slicked-back hair
Sometimes I think that thing would fall right over
If Jimmy wasn't standing there
And there's a bouncer leaning against the door
He's got both eyes on the time
He'll throw you out on your ass
If you give him reason to
But if not he wont pay you no mind
It's the same old: Hey man, bum me a smoke
Hey man, buy me a beer
That old down and out schpeel
And the guy next to me may as well be talking Spanish
Slurring away in my ear
And Jeena, she's popping caps
And she's sweeping up the tips
She ain't too pretty and she don't smile
And she don't take no lip (come)
Closing time
When this goddamned place shuts down on a dime
They'll be stacking chairs, calling names
Swiping cards and making change
At closing time
The band in the corner is way too loud
And that drummer is playing way too fast
They've been drinking hard and come the end of the night
I bet they don't make one tank of gas
They play Roadhouse Blues for their last song
And a couple people get up on the dance floor
I saw the singer turn to the bass player, smiling and say:
Goddamn I love this rock n' roll (it's)
Closing time
They'll be lucky to be making one goddamned dime
They've gotta be in Sault Ste Marie tomorrow night
Guitar player tosses the keys and says: Nah man, I'm too drunk to drive
It's closing time
You know me, I'm just bumming around
And I kinda like this little bar
I come here often when I'm out looking for you
Whoever you are
And if you're just like you are in all my thoughts and dreams
Then my sweet little Miss:
Ain't no wonder why I'm sitting here all alone
You'd never show your pretty face in a place like this (at)
Closing time
When my word ain't worth one goddamn dime
And when the sun shines through my window panes
I'll be pissing and a-moaning: How come I stayed
Till closing time?
Jimmy's leaning against the bar
He's got that greasy slicked-back hair
Sometimes I think that thing would fall right over
If Jimmy wasn't standing there.