I'm lonesome in name and deed

And my company seems to align

Broke as a few derby steeds

Sipping wells and chewing on limes

We've happened on stag circumstances

And a barroom's no place to ask why

With stories in daylight abandoned

We fill glasses and we lift 'em on high

Saying, "Here's to the girls that live in our minds

The sundress and curls just frozen in time

Those waiting back home or in ages gone by

Here's to the girls that ain't here tonight"

We nursed a few generous pours

Well-trained not to fall out of stride

With nowhere to sleep till the morn

No, and no way in hell we can drive

Saying, "Here's to the road where the drifter abides

All the coffee to go and the naps on its side

All the pavement we know and the gravel we find

Here's to the road that led here tonight"

Here's to the bottles that always provide

A smile and a shoulder upon which to cry

From the well of tomorrow, drank up and bone dry

Here's to the bottles lying empty tonight