Hurricane Party

The hurricane party's windin' down

and we're all waitin' for the end

And I don't won't another drink,

I only want that last one again

He gave me such a fine glow,

smokin' slow, now I should probably be homeward bound

There's just no one to talk to

when the lines go down

I guess that in the morning I'll go lookin' for my gray-striped cat

My old house can take the weather so I'm not too concerned about that

It was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten when this was one damned fine town

Candles flickered on the back bar and the building was shakin' with the wind

I bought a whiskey for the gypsy and she turned my leather back into skin

Just a fleeting sense of that rare suspense I once thought made the world go round

Open up your back screen door

Let me see your face once more

My hands are cold and my feet so sore

And I can't go on this way

And the thoughts come too fast and too many to keep count, best just to let 'em on through

Now I'm breaking those glass insulators with my old 22

Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls across the knuckles of a rodeo clown

My one great love, my God, I can feel her still

She ran off to California and now she's living in those Hollywood hills

With some bullfrog prince, I've not seen her since

Though she calls when he's out of town

Open up your back screen door

Let me in your space once more

I was looking for an easy score

But it just don't work that way

Some insurance man-biker is yellin' out for one more beer

But a part-time pirate just can't get much respect around here

We got our problems too, man we'll get to you

In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down

Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my

Ford and I don't guess that it'll run

But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash, could you fetch 'em for me son?

The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets all day I should know by now