This Bar Inherits The Meek

His rebound romance Is a sad affair with alcohol Now he's bar-stool bottle-necking Most every night He says he wouldn't run to her Even if she called But damned if he don't keep checking Left and right He says put on some music Put on some music Let's have a hell of a time Put on some music Hey David lend me a dime Put on some music Put on some music Then he gets up and walks past the jukebox And heads for the phone one more time Teary trauma, dreary drama Barroom backdrop He's shot glassy-eyed Trying to hang on With face down toward a bottle Staring down the barrel of a gun He's been dying slowly Ever since she's been gone He says put on some music Put on some music Let's have a hell of a time Put on some music Hey David lend me a dime Put on some music Put on some music Then he gets up and walks right past the jukebox And heads for the phone one more time One more of love's Wounded weary veterans Flanked by two dead soldiers Just finished off In this emergency ward For the emotionally shattered To whom all that ever mattered Has gone off He says put on some music Put on some music Let's have a hell of a time Put on some music Hey David lend me a dime Put on some music Put on some music Then he gets up and walks right past the jukebox And heads for the phone one more time So lady, wherever you are I know your story I've heard this man's sad tale Each night this week I don't know who inherits the earth Or grabs the glory But I do know that This bar inherits the meek Put on some music Put on some music Let's have a hell of a time Put on some music Hey David lend me a dime Put on some music Put on some music Then he gets up and walks right past the jukebox And heads for the phone one more time Put on some music Put on some music Let's have a hell of a time Put on some music Hey David lend me a dime Put on some music Put on some music Then he gets up and walks right past the jukebox And heads for the phone one more time