Down Drinking at the Bar

Down Drinking at the Bar - Loudon Wainwright, III

Well I call you up on the phone nobody's at home

Then I do my usual thing:

I let the telephone ring and ring and ring

And ring and ring and ring

I'm standing at a phone booth coping with the ugly truth

You see I know where you are

I know where you are

You're down drinking at the bar

I can picture you there on that stool

Drinking like a drunken fool

You're sitting there on your a**

Muttering into your glass

Paying for your lowlife thrills with wet quarters

And soggy one dollar bills

I know where you are

I know where you are

You're down drinking at the bar

Dean Martin's on the jukebox I bet

Or maybe it's Tammy Wynette

The tearjerkers are jerking your tears

Salt water in your beers

You've got the Miller High Life bouncing balls

You've got the Utica Club waterfalls

I know you konw too

I know where you are

You're down at the bar

Go ahead get drunk it's alright

Lost weekend on a Tuesday night

But I'm going to have to give you the score:

I'm not going to call you up on the telephone no more

I'm sick and tired of listening to that phone ring 15 times

I'm sick and tired of getting back my dimes

Because I know what you are

You're at sot that's what you are

I know what you are

You're a lush

You got a big red nose

I know where you are

I know where you are

You're down drinking at the bar