Down Drinking At the Bar

Well I call you up on the phone

Nobody's at home

Then I do my usual thing

Let the phone ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring

I'm standing there in the phone booth

Coping with the ugly truth

You see

I know where you are

I know where you are

You're down drinking at the bar

I can picture you there on that stool

Drinking like a drunken fool

Sitting there on your ass

Muttering into your glass

Yeah you're paying for your low life thrill

With wet quarters and soggy one dollar bills

I know where you are

I know where you are

You're down drinking at the bar

Now here's the romantic part

Dean Martin's on the jukebox I'll bet

Or maybe it's Tammy Wynette

The tear-jerkers are jerking you tears

Saltwater in your beer

You got the Miller High Life bouncing balls

You got the Utica Club waterfalls

I know

You know too

I know where you are

You're down drinking at the bar

Go ahead get drunk it's alright

Lost weekend on a Tuesday night

But I'm gonna have to give you the score

I'm not gonna call you up on the phone no more

I'm sick and tired of listening to that phone ring fifteen times

I'm sick and tired of getting back my dimes

Because I know what you are

You're a sot that's what you are

I know what you are

You're a lush that's what you are

I know where you are

I know where you are

You're down drinking at the bar