Turnpike Troubadours - Empty As A Drum lyrics
[Turnpike Troubadours - Empty As A Drum lyrics]
Well two old red nosed whiskey
Drunks were talkin' politics
It was time to hit the bricks
It was time for me to go
And I was right there on the
Verge of pullin' out my hair
Actin as though I could not care
Less and hopin' she would show
When my bags were packed and ready
I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects
I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her
We were in a hotel hall
Holdin' hands like paper dolls
Aw but here I sit alone
Well I'm gonna give it one more minute
Give me one more round of rum
Well I'm as empty as a drum
I'm as empty as a drum
Could you spare a cigarette
I hate to be a bum
But here's to hopin' she'll still come
I'm too old to be this dumb Well
I'm too old to be this dumb
Well I tell you that bartender
She's a sight to see
Aw you'd be envious of me
Least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner
Has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that kind of night
Aw but instead pour me a beer
And I'm gonna give it one more minute
Give me one more round of rum
Well I'm as empty as a drum
I'm as empty as a drum
Could you spare a cigarette
I hate to be a bum
But here's to hopin' she'll still come
I'm too old to be this dumb Well
I'm too old to be this dumb
When you darkened up the doorway
I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here
You are, damn it darlin', how are you?
And you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great oh
Lord I hate it that I'm late
Oh, what a mess we got into
Drunks were talkin' politics
It was time to hit the bricks
It was time for me to go
And I was right there on the
Verge of pullin' out my hair
Actin as though I could not care
Less and hopin' she would show
When my bags were packed and ready
I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects
I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her
We were in a hotel hall
Holdin' hands like paper dolls
Aw but here I sit alone
Well I'm gonna give it one more minute
Give me one more round of rum
Well I'm as empty as a drum
I'm as empty as a drum
Could you spare a cigarette
I hate to be a bum
But here's to hopin' she'll still come
I'm too old to be this dumb Well
I'm too old to be this dumb
Well I tell you that bartender
She's a sight to see
Aw you'd be envious of me
Least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner
Has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that kind of night
Aw but instead pour me a beer
And I'm gonna give it one more minute
Give me one more round of rum
Well I'm as empty as a drum
I'm as empty as a drum
Could you spare a cigarette
I hate to be a bum
But here's to hopin' she'll still come
I'm too old to be this dumb Well
I'm too old to be this dumb
When you darkened up the doorway
I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here
You are, damn it darlin', how are you?
And you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great oh
Lord I hate it that I'm late
Oh, what a mess we got into