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The karaoke singer, well she couldnât sing in tune
But I didnât mind hearing that song
And the barmaid she had Terets
And swore like the devil, but I didnât hear nothing wrong
Then the man at the bar, he shouted out my name
And I knew it was his drink Iâd be buying
But it didnât really bother me
âCause the story heâd been telling
And everybody knew he was lying
(Chorus)
Itâs a night out on the town
Once youâre lost you canât be found
And Iâll know much better
When the next drink is down
Say goodnight, Gracie
Donât want to beat the night to day
Well itâs been fun
But I just canât stay
Canât quite call it living
But Iâd have it no other way
âCause itâs not all black and white
Thereâs plenty of gray
Just another smoke filled room
Just another bad perfume
And itâs smelling like a Saturday night
Just another wait a minute
Just another Iâll go get it
The last call rings and everybody sings
The pick-up lines are useless
âCause we had too much to drink
All they do is make us laugh
âCause weâre all too drunk to think
The beauty in the high heeled shoes
Is laughing in your face
But the whiskeyâs left you speechless
And thatâs itâs saving grace
- Album:
- Twelve Tales
- Fit to Serve
- A.J. Croce
- Miscellaneous
- Nighthawk, Volume 2: Wer fühlen will muss hören
- Early On: The Americana Recordings 1993–1998
- Early On
- Live from Mountain Stage, Vol. 8
- Transit
- Discovery Sampler: Pop, Volume 1
- Rolling Stone: New Voices, Volume 1
- Just Like Medicine
- Cantos
- SXSW 2007 Showcasing Artists
- A Song for My Father
- Adrian James Croce
- I Got A Name