The jukebox cranks out «Ring of Fire»
And the old black waitress she mutters
«It's so hot outside and that big old sun
It's gonna melt you just like butter»
So park it on a barstool, anyone that's free
And find yourself a story, who do you wanna be
Four fingers and the Captain
Louie, Shadow and his son
Play dominoes in the corner
Of the Hondo One on One
Some folks call 'em regulars
And some folks call 'em trash
But honesty don't haunt the night
Making diamonds out of glass
This is not the genteel room
Of the Crystal Ball hotel
There's spittin' room for everyone
And cheap shots from the well
There's a big old nurse from gin town
And a scarred up vet on gold
And there's something about a barstool
Takes hold and won't let go
There's a throne in limbo
A smoke ring halo
Saints in every color sitting there
There's a soul revival
A sweet survival
A port for every storm you've ever known
There's something about a barstool
Takes hold and won't let go
Mickey the Dwarf and Hot Dog
Hang out by the slot machine
Hot Dog holds old Mickey up
So he can see those cherries spin
Boy they love these yellow walls
Of this barroom's sad complexion
It's the only tree in the jungle
Guarantees their protection
There's a throne in limbo
A smoke ring halo
Saints in every color sitting there
There's a soul revival
A sweet survival
A port for every storm you've ever known
There's something about a barstool
Takes hold and won't let go [3x]