Cheap Cigar

A smokey room in a darkened bar
Where the vices of life are never very far
Commiserating with the waitress you know she dreams of being a star
While the pool balls crack over a blues guitar

A cheap cigar and a bottle of rum
No matter who you are or where you’re from
As life spills out and pours onto the floor
No use in looking back or keeping score

The lights are low, shadows creep in the room
Over the din an old bluesman croons
A zippo sparks a cigarette plume
Masking stale beer and cheap perfume

A cheap cigar and a bottle of gin
No matter where you’re from or where you’ve been
As lies spill out and pour onto the floor
Tall tales spun from urban legends and lore

Talk is cheap, advice free
But look the other way bud, there ain’t nothing here to see
A flickering neon glow above the record machine
Ain’t no use darling in making a scene

A cheap cigar and a bottle of rye
Will make you laugh, it’ll make you cry
As life spills out and pours onto the floor
Don’t let it hit you on the ass as you walk out the door