Empty As A Drum

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, aw 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 site to see

Aw 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, aw buddy instead pour

me a beer

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

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