Last Call Saloon

There’s rings on the table, ash in the tray, old barstool stories about the hell that I’ve raised, was born for the neon, whiskey and smoke, here’s your warning shot, before you get too close. There ain’t no halo up under this hat, I might start a fire but I won’t be ya match and I’ll still get drunk off your brandy brown eyes, get a taste of forever if only tonight, there ain’t no settlin’ down in these boots and I’ve got a heart, like a Last Call Saloon. Your lookin’ at me like it’s closin’ time, girl before you ask me “your place or mine?” I’m just a wild card, a gamble at best, don’t get ya hopes up, lay down your bet. There ain’t no halo up under this hat, I might start a fire but I won’t be ya match and I’ll still get drunk off your brandy brown eyes, get a taste of forever if only tonight. There ain’t no settlin’ down in these boots and I’ve got a heart, like a Last Call Saloon. Like a good bourbon, I’ll shoot ya straight, I’m just a Cowboy that lives for the chase. There ain’t no halo up under this hat, I might start a fire but I won’t be ya match and I’ll still get drunk off your brandy brown eyes, get a taste of forever if only tonight, there ain’t no settlin’ down in these boots and I’ve got a heart, like a Last Call Saloon. Like a Last Call Saloon, like a Last Call Saloon.