lets put a new coat of paint on this rusted up town,
we'll set it up, set 'em up, and be knockin 'em down

I'll wear your dress babe, you wear a tie
go on laughin at that bloodshot moon
in that burgundy sky

And isn't it tempting, with the fates on the nod,
to go runnin on empty, bourbon, and God

I've known a few a people in that loose-laced daze,
and before they went on, dear, they always did say,

"I think the rain must make a lovely sound
to those who're six feet underground"