The Arabian Bar

the arabian bar

there is an old bar in my neighborhood
it stays mostly empty and the jukebox is good
dale pours 'em strong and he lights my cigarettes
he knows when to talk and when to forget

I've been comin' here since Gulf War 1
I figured out late that nobody won
I lost my leg but I got this bronze star
these days I pretty much live at this bar

you wanna find me? No
you wanna find me? No
you wanna find me?
go to the arabian bar

one tuesday night about a quarter 'til one
in walks two brown eyes looking for fun
her smile was a confesion and her body was a crime
and if she'd be my jail I'd gladly do the time

she was the kind of girl you see down at the gas station
hanging out, smoking, making invitations
she leaned to one side and that got me to thinking
she said "my name's maria -- what you boys drinking?"

you wanna find me? No
you wanna find me? No
you wanna find me?
go to the arabian bar

I used to drink whiskey, I used to drink gin
I used to do anything I could get my hands in
that's when I was young, but I aint young anymore
they call me a hero but I don't know what for

now that young girl made me think once or twice
if I was a little bit younger you know it'd be nice
I said, "girl, take my beer, I gotta go"
"But I don't wanna see you around here no more"

you wanna find me? No
you wanna find me? No
you wanna find me?
go to the arabian bar