Dive Bar

There’s a place that I like to go
The lights are low, the music’s slow
There’s a broken heart and it’s in every part
of a worn out song, of someone who’s dancing alone
The bartender, she’s worked here for a while
She never bores me, she’s got good stories
And I’ve never seen that old slot machine pay
You could try your luck, it only costs a buck
I’m coming through
I’m coming through
There’s a man in here I met, he said he’s a homeless vet
Says his son’s in jail, he couldn’t help make bail
Pour me a round, pour him one too
Well, give him a double, well, it’s no trouble
Believe it or not, once in here we seen a man get shot
His ghost haunts this bar, he never did get far
I’m coming through
I’m coming through
Come closing time, well, I get to stay behind
Walk the bartender home, don’t let her go it alone
Share a cigarette that I bummed off the homeless vet
She turns her key and gets her lipstick on me
I’m coming through
I’m coming through