Oh, Lord, won't you please just let this honky tonk stay open
'cause I have no place to go come closing time?
And all my friends are here and I just need to keep on soaking,
all the deep and dark recesses of my mind.
And I'd rather be here than anywhere that I can think of
and I'm probably gonna be here until they throw me out.
'Cause last call don't mean not one damn thing to me,
it's just another cue for me to go get my next round.
Oh, Lord, won't you please make sure that jukebox don't quit playing
and make sure that keg ain't floating in the back?
'Cause I still got room for one more and my dancing shoes are on
and I got a few more hours before I got to hit the sack.
And I'd rather be here than anywhere that I can think of
and I'm probably gonna be here until they throw me out.
'Cause last call don't mean not one damn thing to me,
it's just another cue for me to go get my next round.
And I'd rather be here than anywhere that I can think of
and I'm probably gonna be here until they throw me out.
'Cause last call don't mean not one damn thing to me,
well, it's just another cue for me to go get my next round.
Well, it's just another cue for me to go get my next round.
Well, it's just another cue for me to go get my next round.