Twelve Bar Blues

Turn down the white lights tonight
to hide the patches and the seams
tonight the beer will flow like wine
and the wine will flow like a glorious dream

Turn up the record machine tonight
whatever will be will be
tonight the song will flow like wine
and we'll sing like we sang at seventeen

(everybody, now)

Lock the guns up tight tonight
tell the sheriff to wait by the phone
tonight the blood will flow like wine
if i find her on the streets alone

(our hero swoons,dreams feverishly
and upon coming to is repentant
and/or chicken)

Lock the doors up tight instead
put out the sign and pull the shade
tonight the tears will flow like wine
for me and all the mistakes i've made