Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin' politics
It was time to hit the bricks
It was time for me to go
And I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair
Actin' as though I could not care less and hopin' she would show
Well my bags are packed and ready
I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects
I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her
We were in a hotel hall
Holdin' hands like paper dolls
But here I sit alone
Well, I'm gonna give it one more minute
Give me one more round of rum
Well I'm as empty as a drum
I'm as empty as a drum
Could you spare a cigarette
I hate to be a bum
But here's to hopin' she'll still come
I'm too old to be this dumb
Well, I'm too old to be this dumb
Well, I tell you that bartender
She's a sight to see
You'd be envious of me
Least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that of night
Buddy instead pour me a beer
And I'm gonna give it one more minute
Give me one more round of rum
Well I'm as empty as a drum
I'm as empty as a drum
Could you spare a cigarette
I hate to be a bum
But here's to hopin' she'll still come
I'm too old to be this dumb
Well, I'm too old to be this dumb
When you darkened up the doorway
I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here you are
Damn it darlin' how are you
And you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great
Oh Lord, I hate it that I am late
Oh, what a mess we got into