Deep End of the Bar Lyrics – Mark Insley

The cops are in the parking lot, I’m much too drunk to drive
The band is packing up their stuff, it must be closing time
There’s a dusty velvet Elvis and a sign that says Lone Star
I’m just treadin’ water at the deep end of the bar

Well, I guess I ought to call Marie just to let her know
See, I went out for some cigarettes about three weeks ago
And I wonder what she misses most, her Camels or her car
But I’m just treadin’ water at the deep end of the bar

So pick em up and drink em down
This is the last and final round
Where everybody soon forgets your name
And your life it goes down the drain

Well, ol’ Bill there, he’s a cowboy but he’s never rode the range
The waitress, she’s an actress but she’s never been on stage
And old Elvis keeps on starin’, a sign that says Lone Star
But I’m just treadin’ water at the deep end of the bar

So pick em up and drink em down
This is the last and final round
Where everybody soon forgets your name
And your life it goes down the drain

Well, this place could make Fellini look like ring around the rose
My love life’s a disaster, my job’s in the commode
So pour another cold one, a pickle in a jar
‘Cause I’m just treadin’ water at the deep end of the bar
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Mark Insley Lyrics – Deep End of the Bar

Mark Insley

Deep End of the Bar