A conversation using nothing but song lyrics

If you see me walkin' down the line
with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind,
well, I'll be here around suppertime
with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine.


Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
 
I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.
 
GrampaMark said:
I need one good honky tonk angel to turn my life around
That's reason enough for me to lay this old bottle down
A woman warm and willing is what I'm looking for
'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
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She has a girlfriend now,
She has a girlfriend now,
She has a girlfriend now,
She says 'Guys don't do no more for me'

Nauga,
who never thought it wound end like this
 
And it's up against the wall redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's 34 and drinkin' in the honky tonks
Just kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell
 
Now I'm just a bartender
And I don't like my work
But I don't mind the money at all
I see lots of sad faces
And lots of bad cases
Of folks with their backs to the wall
 
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."

La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright
 
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home."
And he makes it fast with one more thing,
"We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing."
 
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D.
 
Worry the bottle, mama, it's grapefruit wine
 
now listen to me mama
mama mama
you're taking away my last chance
don't take it away
can't you feel my heart?
 
Mama, I just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead.
 
Oh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my runnin', and I'm so far from my home
Oh mama, I can hear you a'cryin, you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows, and I don't have very long
 
Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas
You know he knows just exactly what the facts is
He ain't gonna let those two escape justice
He makes his livin' off of the people's taxes
 
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa's back door.
 
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
He's come to fetch me to see what they done
We'll ride together til Kingdom come
I pray for God's mercy for soon I'll be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
 
With a gun? You will be what you are just the same
Did you pay the other man with the piece in your hand?
And leave him lying in the rain?
 
The trial was in the morning and they drug me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, not guilty I said
Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand
 
The Devil went down to Georgia,
He was lookiin' for a soul to steal.
 
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
 
Pilot of the airwaves, this is my request
you don't have to play it but I hope you'll do your best
 
Static on your frequency
Electrical storm in your veins
Raging at unreachable glory
Straining at invisible chains

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Can't face life on a razor's edge
Nothing's what you thought it would be
 
My hands are high my feet are low this is how you pop-cee-co
 
rpadula said:
Static on your frequency
Electrical storm in your veins
Raging at unreachable glory
Straining at invisible chains

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Can't face life on a razor's edge
Nothing's what you thought it would be
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She said now prove you believe
in the one true edge
by fastening your safety belts,
and stepping towards the ledge

He is handling the money
He is serving the food
He is now accepting callers
He is calling me 'DUDE'

Nauga,
and piece of Cake
 
I'm on the edge of glory, I'm hanging on a moment of truth...
 
Clark1961 said:
Glory, glory, hallelujah
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This is the story 'bout a circle of women
LA women on an LA mission
This is the glory
Gonna get their hooks in
Gonna drag you way down,
Yeah, you wanna go home soon?

Nauga,
distiller than most
 
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
 
We can only go the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow
 
Catch the wind, see us spin, sail away, leave today, way up high in the sky.
But the wind won't blow, you really shouldn't go, it only goes to show
That you will be mine, by takin' our time.
 
people on the river are happy to give
 
Ol' man river,
Dat ol' man river
He mus'know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin',
He jes'keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
 
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin' dirty
 
Aw, Cracklin' Rosie, get on board
We're gonna ride
Till there ain't no more to go
Taking it slow
And Lord, don't you know
We'll have me a time with a poor man's lady
 
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail...
 
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