Empty As a Drum

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 Well my bags are 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 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 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 of night Buddy 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 am late Oh, what a mess we got into