Dice for a Dollar

It’s been a whole mess of days

Since I last left this place

All the glasses and the plates

Are overflowing

They boarded up all my old spots

When the news came trickling down

Now the Blues are blowing through

This country town

Now no one’s shooting dice for a dollar

We ain’t howling at the moon

‘Til the lights kick on

How I miss 3am

Getting kicked out by the Irishman

Then trotting down Trinity

‘Til I can do it again

My baby she’s the sweetest

Oh yea my baby she’s the sweetest

But she can only stand my meanness

For so long

When I start getting awful grizzly

She takes off running ‘round this city

And I’m left hoping by dinner time

She’s coming home

Now no one’s shooting dice for a dollar

We ain’t howling at the moon

‘Til the lights kick on

How I miss 3am

Getting kicked out by the Irishman

Then trotting down Trinity

‘Til I can do it again

These blues are getting old

They’ve sure got a stranglehold

On the whole great big world

I’ve been told

When those rainclouds all pass

And we stumble on our way back

I'll shout: next round's on me

Raise your glass

We’ll be shooting dice for a dollar

We’ll be howling at the moon

‘Til the lights kick on

Sit out on the porch ‘til 3am

Get kicked out by the Irishman

And go trotting down Trinity

‘Til we can do it again

But no one’s shooting dice for a dollar

We ain’t howling at the moon

‘Til the lights kick on

How I miss 3am

Getting kicked out by the Irishman

Then trotting down Trinity

‘Til I can do it again

Go trotting down Trinity

‘Til I can do it again

Go trotting down Trinity

‘Til I can do it again