"i'm settin at home on a sunday night
watchin the late late show
a bottle of wine, and a pack of smokes
i got no place to go"

let's see here, friday night we had a real good hometown crowd at the crosswire, and our friends catfish special done a fine job getting the crowd all juiced up for us,

good to see the hometown crowd -aka- homers
good to see the homers

last night we played over at the players club in mt. vernon,
now under new management,
bob,
he looks kinda like porky, from the old classic porky's
he had on one of those old guy bowling shirts, and lots of gold, 3 rings on his left hand and 2 more on his right, a chain around his neck, and a bad ass pen in his pocket also trimmed in gold (he was a better dresser than i remember old porky being)
when i met bob he seemed like he might be a hard case, he told me exactly when to start and when to stop, and by looking at bob i thought he might have been good friends with the guy who was yelling "play some country" on our last trip over,

but ol bob was cool as a fan

said he loved the music, and we will darken the doors again,

i thought it was cool when it came time to settle up he had a pocket full of napkins, and that's where he did all his figuring,

he pulls out 3 napkins
1 has what the bar ran (looked like chicken scratch from hell)
the 2nd had our tab
and the 3rd was where he showed me what we made, and how we did it,

and he follows it up with, (you got to love this)

"well i lost my ass, but it ain't your fault, you guys are great"

i think i would like to hang out with ol bob awhile

my boy's screaming
i must split

adios
mo