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YOU CAN TELL IT FROM THE SMELL
WHEN YOU OPEN UP THE DOOR
COUNTLESS BEERS AND CIGARETTES
ACCUMULATED ON THE FLOOR
LET'S CALL IT HOME
FOR TONIGHT

WELL THE STAGE LOOKS KIND OF SMALL
HARDLY ANY ROOM TO PLAY
AND THE PICTURES ON THE WALL
JUST PROOVE THIS AIN'T NO HALL OF FAME
LET'S CALL IT HOME
FOR TONIGHT

A SIX-STRING AND A MANDOLIN
LET THE PEOPLE DANCE AND SING
WHEN THE BARMAID HIDES HER WEDDING RING
AND THE BAND BEGINS TO SWING

THE BANJO PLAYER BREAKS A STRING
A CROWD OF PEOPLE LAUGH AND SING
THE BARMAID SPILLS ANOTHER DRINK
AND THE BAND PLAYS SOMETHING SLOW

AT THE END OF COUNTRY ROADS
AND A BELLY FULL OF BOOZE
A BROKEN GLASS A BROKEN NOSE
THE BAR-MAID KICKS OFF HER NEW SHOES
THEY'RE FAR TOO TIGHT
FOR TONIGHT

THE DEVIL RIDES THE FIDDLERS BOW
A DRUNKEN BRAWL A STRIPTEASE SHOW
THE BARMAID DANCES ON HER TOES
AND THE BAND PLAYS ROCK 'N' ROLL
LET'S CALL IT HOME