Last $20 Blues
Brock Zeman
Big Jim's perched on a stool he's drunk as a fool
Giving the waitress his best line
She starts laughing polishing a glass
And says: Maybe another time
While talkers and criers, the bummers and buyers
Are rubbing elbows craning their necks
While the cold cash spenders and the bathroom vendors
Dance around like bounced checks
Saturday night rolls around in the last dive in town
And everybody's trying to lose
Those last twenty dollar blues
All the wall flowers have been leaning for hours
Spitting out dirty jokes
While the town crier lit his hair on fire
Trying to light up his last smoke
And all the ladies in skirts they make eyes and they flirt
But hell no, you ain't got a chance
They'll give you a wink if you buy them a drink
But you ain't gonna get no dance
Saturday night rolls around in the last dive in town
And everybody's trying to lose
Those last twenty dollar blues
The crumpled up bills and the no name pills
Gimmie another shot of rye
While the all aloners and the barroom brawlers
Stagger home with two black eyes
Some are making plans for a one night stand
Some have gotta date with the toilet bowl
You son of a bitch keep her outta the ditch
You're weaving all over the road
Saturday night rolls around in the last dive in town
And everybody's trying to lose
Those last twenty dollar blues